My friend said that the only reason the two of us got close to each other so fast and grew so close was because of our mental illnesses.

And that made sense to me, it did. We needed someone and we found each other and got close. I learned to love and adore her in a healthier manner and everything.

But her saying it had a different effect and it put my mind in distress.

Are all my relationships like this? Are none of them genuine? Do I only love so wholeheartedly because of my mental illness? Is our relationship, that I found so precious and loving, something that doesn't mean the same to her? 

And I'm spiralling and the only thought I'm having is......will everything always be effected by my mental health....will it never be genuine.....am I just nothing but my mental illness?