Binging

Addictions are comforting because there’s a legitimate emotional need we’re trying to fill and we don’t know how to. It’s too emotionally difficult to try to figure out what the original need is, therefore we can’t ask for help, so we self-soothe:

Binge-watching, eating, sleeping, sexing, even working. In this time of reduced external activity, our addictions (our compulsive or unproductive self-soothing, comfort-reflexes) are coming out more forcefully than ever.

Specifically, I want to talk about the binge-sexing.
Some of us are addicted to sex - or the idea of sex - and as such are masturbating like crazy in this time. Some of us think it’s because we’re lonely and don’t know how else to ease the pressure. Some of us think masturbation is actually quite healthy and don’t think it’s a big deal. Some of us think it’s not sooo bad like that, sha, but still feel guilty everytime we indulge. Some of us are in the agonizing pain of condemnation because we believe it’s the worst sin in the world and, yet, find ourselves there, over and over again.

I have no rhema or word of instruction. I have no clever conclusion, either. If you’re the praying sort, you’ve probably already prayed about it 🤷🏽‍♀️
I just wanted to let you know that it’s not you - or the addiction itself - that’s the problem; it’s the reason why it’s there in the first place that needs to be investigated. After all, we only have fruits because the trees are planted.

Singles, it’s not because you’re single.
Marrieds(😅), it’s not because your spouse doesn’t do it how you like it.
It’s not because there’s nothing to do in this isolation period (as we know, there’s actually a LOT to do; social media, free courses, chores, etc.)
It’s not even because you like sex that much.

Again. No conclusion. Just… I see you.