I have a mental illness and am not telling the truth

I’ve been told multiple times that I don’t have mental illness and I have no problems at all with anyone, friends, family, or even strangers, and that’s why I’m so happy and healthy, right? I’ve been told it’s just a genetic condition, that it isn’t a disease, that it doesn’t cause any lasting mental problems, that it only affects certain people, that it’s just a part of life, and that it should be easy and just go away. It’s honestly a bit terrifying to hear that from a person, especially someone you know, from someone who you know has gone through something similar. I know I’m not telling the truth because I don’t want to be like that person, but I can’t lie. I don’t believe them. I know that the world is not perfect, that sometimes people are hurt, that sometimes people hurt others, that sometimes people are hurt, and I don’t know how to explain that. I know that there are bad people in this world, that there are people who are just hurt and hurt. I know that sometimes people are just hurting themselves and that sometimes people just need to be hurt. I know that sometimes people just need to be hurt. I know that it’s hard to accept when you’re in that position, but I know that I can’t let those things stop me. I can’t let them. So, I’ll be honest. I know that sometimes people just need to hurt. I know that sometimes people just need to be hurt, and I’ll be that person. I know that sometimes people just need to be hurt. I know that sometimes people just need to be hurt. I know that sometimes people just need to be hurt. I know that sometimes people just need to be hurt. But I know that it’s not right to let those things hold me back.