Hello, and welcome to PC.

This is a hard situation. And I can only say as such because I am 22 years old, and my mom has been watching me struggle since I was 17. I see how worried she gets and all she tries to do and help. It must be hard to see your child in pain. I've heard my mom crying more than I'd care to share over my problems.

One thing to keep in mind; Don't blame yourself. Mental illnesses are complicated, intricate things. Sometimes they latch onto us when we are least expecting it and they hold on for dear life. So much so that we can't run away from them. So we avoid life as much as possible to ease the anxiety. We feel, at least I do, that we deserve to be isolated.

If she has anxiety, it can very well explain her reaction to you moving around the furniture. I have done something similar. I went into a psychiatric treatment facility in another state (the ones here are horrid) when I was 17. When I came home, my mom changed around some furniture and I couldn't cope with it. Which seems ridiculous. But people with anxiety struggle to have some control in their own minds, so much so that we sometimes apply that lack of control to our surroundings and environment. Consistency keeps my anxieties at bay.

I don't think forcing her into any sort of treatment will do her, or yourself, any good. It will create un-needed tension for the both of you and cause there to be a big stresser. She has to get to a point where she realizes that she needs help, and it sometimes takes a lot of time to get there. I started suffering from depression/OCD/anxiety when I was 10. It took me until I was almost 18 to let anyone know. And I let them know via suicide attempt. And when I relapsed, when my brother died, I didn't tell a soul. Until it got so bad that my life was barely a life.

Be supportive. Remember to take care of yourself. Open lines of communication that you're both comfortable with. Sending my best wishes to you both.