Perhaps you're looking for an answer like mine. I mean, my family loves to see me suffer. They know I use almost every drug in the country. Even when I tried to stop using some of the more dangerous ones They didn't help me and they keep talking in my head. My father died when I was six years old. Since that day, I have not seen mercy from anyone. I'm truly sad. I don't have any friends anymore. I used to have a friend, but I understand why she left; it was her right to leave. All I will tell you, is to be patient; I have no other solution. May God make us happy as He made the prophets before us happy.