I love trees.
More than once, while sitting under a tree, I have cried at the thought that this tree will accept me no matter how I am. Rage, love, fear, pain: I can have anything coursing through my body and the tree will shelter me. I can hate the tree and it will still shelter me, silently and peacefully, with friendliness and care.
The next time you feel that no one is supporting you, sit under a tree. You can even do it in your imagination. Lean against it and feel it supporting you. Feel it protecting you from the sun or the rain. Feel it not hating you, even if you hate yourself. No matter how bad your life gets, you can always find a friend in a tree.
(Maybe literally too, if your friends climb trees).