Thinking back to the way things used to be was always hard for her. She hated to think back, and picture herself so weak and frail, putting her self-worth into the hands of the people who hurt her daily. She hated thinking about how she just let them push her around, and how she had done nothing to stop them.
Keyword being "had".
She was going to change it forever.
She cared about other getting hurt...but she never thought about the fact that she's being hurt by someone she was supposed to let go and now...it's basically to late.