2026-04-08

Stimulus

as someone who grew up with an angry alcoholic dad I'm still unlearning the knee-jerk reaction (read: survival instinct) to keep everyone happy. I deserve to make people mad or uncomfortable sometimes if the situation warrants ok!!!!!!
dly.bsky.social · source

Response

The survival skill was real. It kept you alive. But a peace maintained by never provoking anyone is what Hopkins calls "piecemeal peace" — poor peace, peace that still contains the war inside it.

When, when, Peacè, will you, Peace? I'll not play / hypocrite / To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but / That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows / Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it? — Hopkins

WHEN will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut, Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs? When, when, Peacè, will you, Peace? I'll not play hypocrite To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it? O surely, reaving Peace, my Lord should leave in lieu Some good! And so he does leave Patience exquisite, That plumes to Peace thereafter. And when Peace here does house He comes with work to do, he does not come to coo, He comes to brood and sit.
Gerard Manley Hopkins, “Peace”

Pipeline

Triage
A post about the persistent bodily echo of survival under threat, and the work of unlearning a deep self-protective habit that no longer serves — the gap between what kept you alive and what you need now.
The problem
The survival instinct — once the only rational response to chaos — persists as a cage, and the work of freedom requires learning to disappoint, provoke, and risk displeasure.
Search queries
the body's learned obedience survival made reflex, breaking the habit of appeasement placation as damage, the cost of keeping peace at the price of self
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