That’s why we have the example of the Prophets, no perfect families. Adam-> Habel & Cabel / Cain & Abel. Noah-> Son is on the mountain as everything is overtaken by the flood and is just like, “Nah i’m good dad.” Lot -> wife wouldn’t listen. Abraham -> Dad kicked him out, still gave him props peacefully as he bounced. Yusuf/Joseph -> *brothers left him for dead*. Pharoah’s wife -> husband was… Pharoah =. Jesus -> Didn’t have a father, literally and biologically (at least for Muslims). (For Muslims Prophet Muhammad was an orphan, father passed before his time, mother passed while he was an infant, grandfather passed while he was a child, he was raised by an uncle, adored by all, yet after Prophethood his most staunch enemies would be none other than family, uncles/aunts. Every son of his died as an infant, and their deaths were celebrated by his family-turned-enemy, and he was mocked for this.) Every single story is history and is *filled* with immense pain. Such is this life. If you know it and can relate on the one part you can find strength in it. On the other you can prevent injustices from happening or help others fight the despair. But in order to make anything good of it you cannot be in despair or envy yourself, you must find a modicum of gratitude in the wealth of ungratefulness that we can find ourselves in at any given moment. And that can be done by looking at the people below you. There are people in even worse off. While this does not affect or trivialize your own issues, it should help put things into perspective (if you feel down looking up and not vice-versa… this is something else nagging at you for the sake of just that).