I hear you. I feel the same way. This past week my RAS went to the funeral of a 22-year-old friend. The friend was a addict, but he didn't die of an overdose. Sadly, he took his own life because he didn't want to live anymore dealing with active addiction and relapse. He didn't see any other way out.
For me, the horror of that funeral was that the young man had lost HOPE. Addiction robbed him of hope. It is an insidious, evil thing that steals our loved ones and destroys the lives it touches. I hate drugs with every ounce of my being.