Fled to another friend's house (the one I thought was tired, when I asked her if I was annoying she said no and so when I said what happened she said to come over.. so I did)

The whole conversation:
Me: I've got my appointment tomorrow with the psychiatrist. It was supposed to be on the 25th but they rescheduled

Her: ok

Me: Yeah. I'm not looking forward to it! haha.

Her: oh its not gonna kill you

Me: I know that.

Her: then quit whining about it

me: Sorry for talking to you about it then L.

Her: You always make it sound like its the end of the world is all...

Me: For me it feels that way. This is something I've been terrified of for a decade. It's a huge deal to me.

Her: I get that its a big deal but we all like to talk about ourselves.. I don't think that telling it to a stranger is a big deal

Me: That's a difference between us - to you it isn't difficult. To me it is. The fact I even told any of you about any of this was a huge ****ing deal to me because it goes waaayyy past my comfort zones.

Her: dude...im not arguing with you on this...im just saying that ive done the same thing as you...took the pills, saw the shrink, etc. Its normal to have to ask for help from a professional

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I'm just crushed. It really hurts to hear all of that because I thought that since she's at least been through it... that she'd be MORE supportive and not LESS!