I think there is a thin line between feeling a bit badly so an invitation or a joke could be helpful and being really depressed and having those things not helping at all. People who haven't crossed the line yet (or ever) do not get the difference. Somehow, I hold the right to be under depression. I have been dealing with people that wanted to cheer me up or help me in a way I did not want or that it was not really helpful. I had to be strong to enforce my right to privacy, not to be forced to do stuff I was not ready for or agreeable to. I was polite and clear as much as I could. Some people did not like it. They tell they keep pushing you because they love you but they do not listen to you. That is the first thing one should do, if there is real love. But I am not sure love is always the case. I think sometimes people do it more for themselves than for me. They do not want to self-reproach if I do not make it, finally. They have a hard time watching somebody with depression. I do not believe in forced interventions.