See how the opportunity for healing came up and you pushed it away? You made that choice. Your belief created that reality for you. The opportunity will keep coming up eternally until you finally say yes to it. If it's significant enough, it will (as it has).
It's like you're crying out for help... but every chance for help that comes you push away. I know that all too well because I did that for too long. There were so many around me that were there to help, yet every time I reached out and they responded, I pulled away. The pain had to get to an unbearable level for me to finally drop my defenses and think that there must be another way...
It's like there's all this support around you, the universe is literally telling you "It's okay, you don't have to do this anymore. You're not the person you take yourself to be. It's safe to open up to this." And you keep responding with "Ah! Yes that's what someone told me in the past! It's okay I'm gonna push you away because it's just always gonna be this way."
You are literally recreating your experience. Over and over. Can you see that?
And you're stuck in trying to convince us that your world is real. It's not.
It's like the story of a man who's in a town that's going to flood. The man prays "God, please save me from the flood."
The rains come, and the water is just starting to rise above the ground when a truck rolls by. "Hop in," the driver says. "I've got plenty of room."
"No thanks," the man said. "I prayed, and God will save me."
The water rises, and the man has to go to the second floor to stay dry. He hears a motor outside so he goes to the balcony and sees a speedboat coming towards him. "Hop on in," the driver of the boat says.
"No thanks," the man says again. "I prayed, and God will save me."
A while later, the water has risen even more, and the man is forced onto his roof. A helicopter is flying by and sees him. The pilot yells "I'll drop down a ladder so you can climb aboard."
"No thanks!" the man yells. "I prayed, and God will save me."
Well, the man drowns, dies, and goes to heaven. So he asks God, "why didn't you save me?"
And God says "well I sent a truck, a boat, and a helicopter, what more did you want me to do?"
Whether or not you believe in God, you can see the point I'm making by bringing this story up. If help is there, you should take it when you have the chance. Because that chance might not come around again.