03/26/2026
Listening to Blue Oyster Cult’s “Don’t Fear the Reaper,” I felt compelled to immediately write this, even before I unpack my groceries. (I did put away the ice cream.)
You know what addiction is? Addiction is a way we cope. Drugs, alcohol, s*x, shopping, work, smoking, gambling, food and even people. That’s right… many of us have an addiction to people. We are in relationships of various kind, subconsciously using people in all sorts of ways to make ourselves feel OK. Because we don’t feel OK inside.
A drag, an “I love you,” the thrill of sleeping with a tenth partner in a month, the hope the ding of the slot machine brings, the fourth piece of cake, the eighth dress you purchased on Amazon when you needed three outfits, loved the fourth and fifth, felt embarrassed with 6, needed reprieve by getting the seventh and said “one more, just do it this time and this is the last dress” on the 8th. You know what’s funny? Most of us are addicted, and we talk about it like it’s a bad thing… and the shame…
I’ve always loved the prayer after Aleinu… “Al tirah mipachad pitom.” Do not fear sudden terror. When we are coping through numbing or heightening or escaping, we are out of the moment and in terror. We feel so deeply that we need the coping mechanism to protect us because the pain of the moment is too much to bare. And then we are so ashamed that we couldn’t stay in the moment. And we do it again and again and again. It hurts.
When we stay… when we face our fears and our uncomfortable or downright awful feelings and feel them, we show our feelings… “I am not afraid of you.” We can show our feelings they have value and merit and worth. We can show ourselves compassion by staying with ourselves. You are not scary. Your feelings are not bad. Much like to our own child, we would stay and listen and be there and tell them it’s OK to cry. Every time we stay with our feelings, and don’t escape, we become more and more powerful. In the moment. Living. Healthy. Powerful. Full of self love.
“Seasons don't fear the Reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain
Come on, baby
(Don't fear the Reaper) Baby, take my hand
(Don't fear the Reaper) We'll be able to fly”
I have in no way, shape or form mastered this. I wanted to share my thoughts.
Jen