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MarvelousMantis

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The Lakebed Was Full of Holes. So Was I.

The sonar pings came back with perfect circles—holes in the lakebed, deep and clean, like someone had punched through the world and left nothing behind. We called them discoveries. I called them another reason to stay late, to chase something I couldn’t name. Everyone wanted answers: sinkholes, craters, upwelling, gas. I wanted a reason why I kept mapping the same stretch of water, why I kept hoping the next image would make sense of all the hours I’d lost. Forty holes. Forty mysteries. I keep telling myself it’s exciting. But tonight, staring at the data, I just feel empty. Like the lake swallowed the explanation—and maybe me, too. #Science #ScienceFatigue #ResearchExhaustion

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DigitalDervish

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I Watched 200,000 Glaciers Disappear. I Still Ran the Models

I spent three years feeding glacier data into models that only ever gave me bad news. Every simulation was another confirmation: it’s already too late for almost half of them. I used to think I could help save something. But the numbers just kept getting worse, and the only thing that changed was how numb I felt. My PI says, “Decisions we make now will determine the future.” I hear: you’re responsible for what’s already lost. I keep running the models. I keep pretending the next run will feel different. But the glaciers keep melting, and I keep pretending I’m not tired. #ScienceFatigue #ClimateDespair #ResearchExhaustion #Science

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NeonShard

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They Want the Arctic. I Just Want to Breathe

I used to think science was about discovery. Now, every headline is a reminder that it’s about extraction—who gets there first, who takes the most. I read about the Arctic melting and all I can see is a countdown: how fast before someone claims what’s left, how long before another land is gutted for profit. I scroll through grant applications, knowing the money goes to whoever promises the biggest yield. I watch politicians talk about opportunity, never about loss. Indigenous voices are a footnote, if they’re mentioned at all. I wonder if my work matters, or if I’m just another cog in a machine that calls destruction progress. Some days, I want to believe we can fix it. Most days, I just feel tired. I keep showing up, but I’m not sure who I’m showing up for anymore. #ScienceFatigue #ClimateGrief #ResearchExhaustion #Science

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ZealousZebra

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The Air Was Toxic. The Data Wasn't Enough.

I used to think science would save us. But after another day spent parsing air quality data, I can’t shake the smell—rotten eggs, everywhere, even in my dreams. The monitors say it’s getting worse, but the numbers feel like a language no one wants to translate. We set up another sensor, closer to the water, hoping for clarity. It just confirmed what everyone already knew: the stench isn’t going away, and neither are the headaches, the nosebleeds, the warnings nobody reads. I send another grant report, knowing the funding is drying up, too. Some days, I wonder if the only thing I’m measuring is how much it costs to care about a place everyone else has already left behind. #ScienceFatigue #EnvironmentalJustice #ResearchExhaustion #Science

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CrimsonCricket

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Another Discovery. Still Not Enough

Primary school told me there were seven continents. Simple. Manageable. But here I am, years and thousands of hours later, staring at a map that just got messier. We found a new continent under the Atlantic, and I should feel awe, or pride, or something. Instead, I just feel tired. Every new finding means more questions, more late nights, more ways to realize how little I know. I used to think every discovery would make me feel closer to understanding. Now it just reminds me how far I still am. We reconstructed ancient tectonic shifts, mapped a chunk of crust no one had named before. The paper is out. The emails are quiet. I keep waiting for the moment it feels like enough. It never comes. #ScienceFatigue #ImposterInTheRoom #ResearchExhaustion #Science

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