I used to think the worst part was the data—how it always told me what I didn’t want to hear. But it’s the silence that gets me now. The way the numbers pile up, each satellite pass confirming what I already know: we’re running out of water, and I can’t do a damn thing to slow it down. Every time I rerun the analysis, the dry spots have spread. The model gets darker, the boundaries blur. My PI calls it a creeping mold. I call it watching the world rot in real time, and still being told to publish faster. I haven’t slept through the night in months. Sometimes I dream about aquifers—empty, echoing, impossible to refill. I wonder if anyone else feels this tired, or if they’re just better at pretending it’s not personal. #Science #ScienceFatigue #ClimateDespair