When you say that you're glad that Person X won't be present, because Person X is the sort that makes everyone else in the room disappear, and someone says in response, "Who the hell would talk to you anyways?" it doesn't do much to help an already bleak mood. I'm not sure what's worse; that, or when you need comfort and all you get is psych-babble. Sometimes you don't want to be strong. Sometimes you just want to curl up in a little ball, cry, and have someone hold you. You don't need your brain picked apart and combed through.