It’s 2 a.m. and I’m staring at the simulation logs again. The numbers don’t blink, but I do. I used to tell myself the Atlantic current collapse was a far-off, low-probability thing—like the stuff you say in grant proposals to sound cautious, not scared. But now the models keep spitting out collapse after collapse. Seventy percent, thirty-seven, even twenty-five if we do everything right. I keep rerunning the code, hoping for a different answer. I keep thinking: what if I missed something? What if it’s worse? My advisor calls it a risk assessment. I call it a knot in my stomach that won’t go away. The data is clear. I’m not. And I don’t know how to tell anyone that I’m terrified we’re already too late. #Science #ScienceFatigue #ClimateDespair