The madness of the night.

When I was a kid, all I ever wanted was to feel like a grown-up.

Not in the innocent way children say it.

Not because I wanted to go out for coffee or stay up late.

I wanted to seem tough. To prove that nothing affected me. That I didn’t need anyone.

That desire led me to many mistakes — but none worse than getting involved with drugs.

At 15, I started smoking weed.

It was my first contact with something that felt “dangerous,” but it made me feel free.

It made me feel like I was taking control of my life.

Like I didn’t depend on anyone.

The truth is, that was the first time I became dependent — and I didn’t even realize it.

Back then, my friends started calling me “junkie.”

Half joking, half serious.

The thing is… they weren’t wrong.

Day by day, I was losing myself more and more. And I didn’t see it. Or maybe… I just didn’t want to.

Time went on, and by the time I was 17, everything began to change.

The paranoid thoughts came.

I started to feel fear without reason.

I saw shadows, imagined situations that didn’t exist.

I constantly felt like something bad was going to happen.

Until I reached the point where I couldn’t even leave the house.

I had to see a psychiatrist.

He was direct: things were serious.

If I didn’t start medication immediately, there was a real chance I’d become a “vegetable” in a few years.

He prescribed me medication. I started taking it, but my life had already changed.

I had shut myself in. I was afraid of even my own shadow.

Despite the therapy, I kept smoking. I couldn’t stop.

It was the only thing that gave me the illusion of calm.

Until one day I said: “One last time, and then I’ll quit. One final goodbye.”

It was right before I turned 18.

A friend came over to celebrate.

I had asked him to bring something. He brought weed — but didn’t know what kind.

He said someone had just sold it to him.

I started smoking. Usually, I felt it on the fourth hit.

But that time, I felt nothing. So I took eight or nine hits.

I went to light a cigarette. And that’s when everything started.

Dizziness. Rapid heartbeat. My legs buckled.

I went to drink water, but I didn’t make it. I collapsed.

My friend rushed in.

He saw me on the floor and grabbed me to carry me to my room.

But I collapsed again on the way.

I was in a coma for about a minute.

He was yelling in my ear, calling my name, trying to wake me.

I opened my eyes, drenched in sweat. Breathing heavily.

He got me to the bed. I thought it was over. But it wasn’t.

I started having panic attacks.

One every ten minutes. For two hours straight.

Every time, I thought I was dying.

My chest was burning.

My mind was foggy.

I couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t.

I was terrified I’d never get my mind back.

That’s the price of drugs.

They don’t tell you the truth at first.

They show you only their “nice” side.

They promise you freedom — but they chain you down.

They promise peace — but they bring terror.

They promise escape — but they trap you inside yourself.

Drugs are traps that take different forms depending on the victim.

There isn’t just one type — there are many, and each one comes with its own destruction.

Heroin: Extremely addictive. The user feels a short-lived high, followed by a brutal crash. Infections, weight loss, and overdoses are common — often deadly. Many start with weed and end up injecting.

Cocaine: Offers intense energy and confidence — but leads to paranoia, heart issues, mania, and full psychological collapse. It’s highly addictive and dangerous for the brain.

Pills / Benzodiazepines (e.g. Xanax): People use them to “calm down,” but they create powerful dependence. Overuse causes respiratory failure, loss of consciousness, and death.

Marijuana (weed): Considered “light,” but that’s a myth. It can trigger psychosis, schizophrenia, paranoid thinking — especially in young people or those with predisposition. Often laced with dangerous chemicals.

LSD / Hallucinogens: Cause hallucinations. Users lose touch with reality and might harm themselves. Some never return to normal after one trip.

Meth (methamphetamines): One of the most destructive drugs. Leads to extreme addiction, aggression, paranoia, and physical destruction. Detoxing is extremely difficult.

Synthetic drugs (e.g. Spice, K2): Even more dangerous due to unknown chemical content. Can cause death even from a single use. Often made in illegal labs.