Roommate is mad I'm "ignoring" her while I'm struggling with severe depression.

I don't even know where to start. I'm posting here because I think you guys might understand the unique kind of exhaustion I'm talking about.

I (26F) have severe depression. I'm currently on a medical leave from uni and just started new medication. The adjustment period is... hell. My social battery is below zero. Existing is a chore.

I live in a dorm with two girls. One of them, let's call her Anna, was a friend. Or so I thought.

My need for silence and space, a basic survival mechanism right now, has become her main grievance. She calls it "ignoring" her. To her, my depression isn't a health condition; it's a personal insult. My silence isn't me trying to cope. it's me being rude to her.

The breaking point was a fridge. She and our other roommate decided to buy one for our room. I was physically present, buried in my own fog, but not part of the conversation. They didn't ask, "Is this okay?" or "Can you contribute?"

They just bought it. Then Anna told me my share was $30 . When I said,"You didn't ask me. I didn't agree to this," her response was: "You were here. You heard us talking. That means you're in."

But her real issue wasn't the money. It was my "attitude." She blew up, screaming that I "always ignore her." My struggle, my need to retreat to survive—all of it was twisted into a narrative where I am the bad roommate who's giving her the silent treatment.

The irony is physical pain. She can clearly see I'm not okay. But in her world, my illness is less real than her annoyance at not getting enough attention.

She's done similar things before: bought me a ticket for an event I said I couldn't attend (due to my health), saying it was "to give me a choice," but it just felt like pressure. Every interaction is like this. My boundaries are just inconveniences to her.

I'm so tired. I'm using every ounce of strength to get through the day, to adjust to meds, to just keep my head above water. And now I have to defend my right to be unwell in my own room. I have to deal with her drama, her victim complex, her complete lack of empathy.

I feel guilty for being sick. I feel angry for being misunderstood. I feel trapped because we have to live together.

How do you handle people who take your depression personally? How do you set a boundary with someone who sees your illness as an insult to them? How do you conserve your zero energy when someone is constantly demanding you spend it on managing their feelings about your health?

Any advice or just "I get it" would mean a lot right now. I feel so alone in this.