Should People (As In 'Women') Be Allowed To Be Miserable?

It is part of normal human behaviour to try to give support to others if they appear to need it. If, for instance someone at work forgets their lunch, and others have some they can spare, they normally will offer it.
And when we see that someone has changed their behaviour, and gone quiet and sleeps a lot, then that can be a sign of depression.
The difference between women and men regarding this is that if then approached and asked if something is wrong, whereas a guy might well say something like, 'well, I have trouble at home, but its OK,' or 'nahh, nothing wrong, just a bit hung over', there have been many cases I have experienced where a woman will not give any information whatsoever. Now, I know that there are 'girls things' that can go wrong with women that they don't want to discuss, especially with a guy, but I get the impression that this behaviour is a control problem. You know, like, please BEG me to tell you.
My reason for this thinking is that often, the type of response from a woman when asked if something is wrong will be 'no nothing wrong'. (note the period) or 'no, I sometimes get like this'. If pushed 'like what?' - 'Just quiet that's all.'
There is no need for depression to exist if you have the support of friends. Maybe you have found your boyfriend or husband cheating, or that you have a terminal disease, or your boyfriend or husband has dumped you, or, whatever.
The avoidance of the giving of sufficient information to enable help or even discussion makes me think that perhaps such a person prefers to be miserable and wants others to be miserable in harmony with the misery. If this was not the case, then the answer would surely be 'I have some problems but I don't want to discuss then right now until I think about it' - or something similar.
Reminds me of in the distant past, when I used to get phone calls at work from someone who would tell me that they were about to commit suicide. Many times I would rush out from work and go to assist the person. In the end, I got wise. I realised that I could rush around as much as I like, but I cannot be the sentry to another person, especially when I attend work and they do not. I ended up one day at work on the phone replying 'OK, I will deal with the funeral arrangements then, have a good day, bye bye.'
So, whenever I come across this type of situation these days, I make a few attempts at approach, then once I have established that an attempt is being made at involving me in some kind of mind game, I distance myself as far away from the individual as I can, because I just don't have time for that kind of crap, I am too busy whining about taxes and governments, and or course corporate stupidity. Life is too short.