I agree with Leed. My dad told me the same thing when I told him that I was diagnosed with depression. And I do love him. He meant well. But realize also that people that have never felt depressed will never truly understand what you are going through. I think it's wonderful that she's been there for you as an outlet, and took you to the hospital. Imagine what she's going through. She's worried about you, and probably doesn't know how to help. She's only human, but she does care about you. If she didn't care she wouldn't have taken you to the hospital.

Keep making changes at your own pace. Maybe you can talk to her about how you felt when she told you that.