I Track Ice. It's Disappearing. So Am I.

March again. Another record low. 1.2 million square kilometers below average. I've been staring at this data for three hours. The same satellite feeds, the same declining curves, the same sick feeling in my stomach. My advisor wants the paper submitted by Friday. "Compelling findings," she calls them. Compelling. Like watching a patient flatline in slow motion. I used to love Arctic research. The pristine data, the elegant feedback loops, the way ice reflected sunlight like Earth's own mirror. Now I just document the death spiral. Every March maximum gets smaller. Every year, I write another paper that no one outside academia will read. My grant got rejected again last week. "Incremental findings," they said. Incremental. As if watching the planet's refrigerator break down in real-time isn't urgent enough. I stopped celebrating data breakthroughs when they became warnings. #ClimateAnxiety #ScienceGrief #LabLife #Science