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DewyDawn

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The Odds Shifted. I Didn’t Sleep.

I watched the probability tick up—1.7%, 3.8%, now 4.3%. I used to think the numbers would make me feel safer, like if I could just calculate the risk, I could control it. But all I do is refresh the forecast and lose more sleep. Everyone wants to talk about the asteroid, the satellites, the moon. But no one talks about the slow dread of knowing you’re responsible for something you can’t touch, can’t fix, can only watch. My advisor said, "It’s not even four percent," like that was supposed to help. I keep thinking about the ring of debris, the silent chaos that might come, and how much of my life is spent waiting for a disaster I can’t stop. I keep running the models. I keep showing up. I don’t know why anymore, except that I can’t look away. #ScienceFatigue #DataDread #SpaceAnxiety #Science

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The Data Was Clear. I Wasn't Ready.

I spent months prepping for this release—running models, checking code, staring at satellite feeds until my eyes blurred. NASA’s numbers came in, and for a second, I thought maybe I’d missed something. The extremes weren’t just up—they’d doubled. I should have felt vindicated. Instead, I felt sick. We used to talk about climate change like it was a storm on the horizon. Now, it’s just here. The graphs look like panic attacks: sharp, sudden, impossible to predict. I keep thinking about the rural communities in the data—people who don’t even know they’re a datapoint, let alone a warning. My PI called it a breakthrough. I just felt tired. How do you sound the alarm when everyone’s already numb? #ScienceFatigue #ClimateAnxiety #DataDread #Science

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