Islamabad’s Silent Killer: The High That Feels Like Death

Islamabad is drowning in a drug culture that nobody talks about.

Weed? Jars. MDMA? Molly, Ecstasy. LSD? Tabs. Ketamine, cocaine, meth—it’s all here, and it’s all fake.

You think you’re just having fun. You think you’re just experimenting. You think you’re in control. Until one day, you’re not.

The First Time Feels Like Magic—Then It Feels Like Hell

At first, it’s all laughs. The world feels lighter. Music sounds better. Your body feels weightless. You’re floating.

Then, one day, it hits differently. • Your heart starts racing. But not the good kind of rush. It’s erratic, out of control, pounding against your ribs like it’s about to explode. • Your chest tightens. You can’t take a deep breath. Your body is convinced you’re suffocating. • Your hands go numb. Your face tingles. You feel like you’re slipping out of your own body. • The room feels unreal. Like a dream you can’t wake up from. • You try to speak, but your words don’t feel like yours anymore. • Your vision distorts. Your body is here, but your mind is somewhere else.

And then the worst part comes—the terror.

The Bad Trip That Feels Like a Living Nightmare

Nobody warns you about this. Nobody tells you that one bad hit, one bad tab, one bad pill can send you straight into hell. • Time stops making sense. Seconds feel like hours. You feel like you’re trapped in this moment forever. • Your thoughts spiral. “Am I dying? Am I going insane? What if I never come back from this?” • Your body burns. You’re sweating, shaking, overheating—but also freezing at the same time. • Every sound feels too loud. Every movement feels too fast. Your senses are on fire. • Your heart keeps skipping beats. Every few seconds, your chest clenches like it’s about to give out. • You look in the mirror and don’t recognize yourself. Your face looks wrong. Your eyes look empty. • You feel like you’ve lost control of your mind. You can’t stop thinking, can’t stop feeling, can’t escape your own head.

And the worst thought of all?

“What if I’m stuck like this forever?”

The High That Fucks You Up for Years

People think the nightmare ends when the drugs wear off. It doesn’t.

For months—even years—afterwards, you’ll feel the aftershocks: • Random panic attacks in the middle of the night. • Heart palpitations for no reason. • Dissociation—feeling like you’re not really in your own body. • Flashbacks to the bad trip, triggered by the smallest things. • Paranoia—feeling like something is off, even when nothing is wrong. • Depersonalization—questioning whether life even feels real anymore.

You’ll wake up some days and feel like your brain is still fried, like you’re still stuck in that fucking bad trip from months ago.

And all of this? For what?

Because your friends were doing it? Because you wanted to escape reality? Because someone told you it would be fun?

The Biggest Lie We Believed

We started because we thought it made us cool. We kept going because we thought it made us confident. We refused to quit because we thought we had it under control.

But here’s the truth: We never had control.

That jar you smoke daily? It’s not natural—it’s laced with toxins that destroy your mind. That Molly you pop at raves? It’s not pure—it’s cut with garbage chemicals that fry your brain. That LSD you think is “mind-opening”? It’s synthetic poison.

You’re not getting high. You’re getting fucked.

If You’re Stuck, You Need to Hear This • LIMIT CAFFEINE. LIMIT NICOTINE. They amplify your anxiety and paranoia. • TALK TO SOMEONE. You need reassurance—I needed it too. • FIND A WAY OUT. Before the drugs take your sanity, your future, your life. • DON’T LIE TO YOURSELF. You don’t have it under control. Nobody does.

I know what it feels like. I know how hard it is. I know what it’s like to feel like you need it to feel normal.

But trust me when I say this—life is better without it.

You Are Not Alone.

If you feel stuck, if you feel like you’re losing your mind, if you feel like you can’t escape—reach out.

You can quit. You can take your life back. You just have to decide when.