We don’t always wake up wanting to destroy ourselves.
Sometimes, we just wake up tired—of the noise, the pretending, the ache no one sees.
And so we reach for something to take the edge off.
A pill.
A puff.
A bottle.
A moment of quiet.
But the silence doesn’t last.
It grows teeth.
It steals futures.
It turns pain into addiction—and addiction into chaos.
Drug abuse doesn’t heal you.
It haunts you.
It replaces hurt with destruction and leaves nothing untouched—not your mind, not your dreams, not the people who love you.
Yes, we need to talk about the pain.
Yes, depression is real.
But we must also say this without apology:
**Choosing drugs destroys lives.**
And no matter how dark it gets, self-destruction is not the way out.
We have to do better.
For ourselves.
For each other.
For the next generation.
Let’s create spaces where healing is louder than shame.
Where therapy is accessible.
Where reaching out isn’t weakness—but power.
Because we all carry something.
But we don’t have to carry it alone.
About Anjolaoluwa Gabrielle Adebanji
Anjolaoluwa Gabrielle Adebanji is a creative writer and Industrial Chemistry graduate (B.Sc.). She is passionate about storytelling, health, and personal growth, she is the author of six books and holds an HSE certification. Her interests include mental health, pharmaceutical sciences, and occupational safety.