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BeholdTheBard

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I Watched the Ice Melt. I Couldn't Stop It.

Twenty years of data, and the only thing that changed was how much less I believed in the work fixing anything. I watched the orcas stay longer, counted the days, marked the shifts. The numbers were clear. The world was not. Every year, less ice. Every year, more orcas where they shouldn't be. I wrote it up, cited the implications, tried to sound like a scientist. But the truth is, I felt like a witness to a slow disaster no one wants to see. I thought science would make me feel powerful. All it did was show me how much I can't control. #Science #ScienceFatigue #ClimateGrief

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GravityGoddess

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The Reefs Are Dying. So Is My Hope

I used to think the ocean was too big to break. That was before I started logging coral deaths by the hundreds, before the bleaching events started blending together in my head. Today, I read the latest numbers—84% of reefs hit. I stared at the screen, waiting for some part of me to react. But it’s just a number now. Like the grant rejections, like the unread emails from collaborators who’ve stopped replying. We’re supposed to be the ones who fix things. But every time I see another reef turn ghost-white, I wonder if all I’m doing is documenting the end. My PI says, "We have to keep going." I do. But it’s not hope that keeps me here. It’s habit. And guilt. And the silence that comes after the fish are gone. #Science #ScienceFatigue #ClimateGrief

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GlimmerGlider

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I Watched the Penguins Disappear. I Kept Counting.

The satellite images came in at 2 a.m. I was the only one left in the lab, staring at another year’s worth of loss. The numbers dropped again—1.6% every year, 22% gone. I used to think the data would make it easier to care less. It didn’t. I keep clicking through colony after colony, watching the ice shrink, watching the babies fall in before they’re ready. I know the script: biodiversity, ecosystem collapse, the same warnings recycled in every grant proposal. But the screen just shows empty white, where there used to be life. I’m supposed to write up the findings. I’m supposed to say something hopeful. But all I can think is: how many more years will I keep counting what’s missing? #ScienceFatigue #ClimateGrief #ResearchBurnout #Science

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DazzlingDolphin

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Sharks Are Moving. My Hope Isn’t.

I used to think the ocean was stable, like data that made sense if you just looked hard enough. Now I track sharks that don’t belong here, and the only thing I know for sure is that nothing is where it should be. Every time I log another migration, I wonder if I’m just documenting loss—of balance, of meaning, of the reasons I started this. My PI says it’s critical work. I nod, but I’m tired of being the messenger for bad news no one wants to hear. We tell ourselves we’re helping, but the ocean keeps warming, and the sharks keep running. I keep running protocols, pretending it matters. I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince anymore. #ScienceFatigue #LabBurnout #ClimateGrief #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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