The problem is probably that she thinks it has to do with her, even if she says she doesn’t think that. She might believe she’s done something wrong, or it just makes her nervous when you’re out of her sight—like you’ll kill yourself or something.
That could be it, or it could be something else. If you can, you might try to get her to tell you what she feels like when you need to be alone. A lot of depressed people want to be alone. It’s like if they are near people, they feel crowded and irritable and all they want to do is stare at the walls, but if someone else is there, you have to make like you care. You do care, but you can’t deal with it at the time.
People who have never been depressed have no clue. It is impossible to imagine what it feels like when you sink down so deep, and everything is heavy and unmoveable, and you can not imagine it ever ending. You feel like you’re worthless and a burden to everyone else, and you just can’t deal with it. You want to crawl into your room and obsessively play your video games or something like that. You just can’t do that if someone is around.
When we’re depressed, we are desperate to get away from our minds. Visitors want to talk about it. They want to help. But help just throws us back into our minds and we remember how fucking awful we feel, and it’s time to stick the ice pick in our eyes, again. Or maybe through the temple—that might give some satisfaction. Fuck. I can’t be thinking about this shit.
So—to get away from these thoughts, sometimes obsessive distractions can help. Some do video games. Some watch TV 24 hours a day. Some do porn all the time. Obsessively whacking off. I liked to hang out online thinking about other people’s problems. I still do.
Anyway, if you haven’t been there, this sounds like bullshit. It is unimaginable. People who haven’t been there often think depression is like some kind of sadness, and if you are entertained, you can be brought out of it. If you turn them away, it freaks them out and makes them think they did something wrong, and then they try even harder to be around you. It’s a vicious cycle and it has to be broken.
Tell them the truth as best you can. No embellishments, but don’t pull your punches either. Describe what it’s like, and what privacy does for you. Hopefully, she’ll get it. Also, find out why it bothers her. If you both know what is going on with each other, you can negotiate something that works for you both. Good luck, man.
shit, I gotta stop answering questions like this—I go on far too long—my own obsession, I guess