How can she call herself your friend if you can't be truthful?

We all have imperfections. Seems like she doesn't want to know the real you.
That makes me sad. We all need at least one person who will be there for us, in the good times and rough times, lumps, bumps and all.
Yet she ran to you when she couldn't cope with someone who wanted to end it all...

Depression isn't something you just get over.
It isn't something you can just "suck it up."