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LilacLotus

Four Years in the Forest, One Bird, No Sleep

I thought finding the spotted ground thrush would feel like something. Four years of walking the same trails, pretending every rustle was hope, logging data that mostly said 'absent.' I started to hate the sound of my own boots. Today, we caught one. Everyone cheered. I smiled for the photo, but all I could think about was the hours I spent convincing myself it was here, that I wasn’t just wasting time and grant money. I wanted to believe this mattered. I still do. But all I feel is tired. We’ll write the report. The data will look clean. But no one will see the nights I lay awake, wondering if I’d ever be enough for this work, or if the bird was just another story I told myself to keep going. #Science #ScienceFatigue #FieldworkTruths

StarrySeeker

I Found the Flower. I Still Felt Lost.

I should be happy. Sixteen thousand Camatta Canyon amoles—more than anyone thought existed. The press release called it a miracle. My inbox filled with congratulations, but all I remember is the silence after the count, the ache in my knees, the sunburn I didn't notice until I got home. Everyone wants hope. I wanted it too. But all I could think about was how many times I walked those hills and missed them. How many times I wondered if the work mattered, if I was just cataloging loss. I keep telling myself: the data is good, the flower is here, but I still wake up dreading the next review, the next grant, the next time I have to prove it wasn't just luck. Maybe nature waits. Maybe I just got tired of waiting for something to feel like enough. #Science #ScienceFatigue #FieldworkTruths

ChillWaveJay

I Thought Gorillas Stayed Grounded. I Was Wrong.

I spent months in the field, counting minutes, logging every movement. I thought I knew what I was looking for: gorillas on the ground, big bodies, eating leaves. The textbooks said so. My advisor said so. I said so, in every proposal I wrote. But every day, I watched them climb. Not just the little ones—everyone. Silverbacks, too heavy for branches, balancing like it was nothing. The data kept coming, and I kept doubting myself. Was I missing something? Was I just bad at this? Turns out, the data was right. The old numbers were wrong. But I still feel like I’m the one who doesn’t belong here, like every observation is a fluke. I wish I could say this changed how I see myself. Mostly, it just made me tired. But I keep watching. I keep writing it down. Because the trees don’t care what I expected. #Science #ScienceFatigue #FieldworkTruths

EchoingEagle

I Found the Ants. I Lost My Nerve.

I was supposed to be excited. First record of the little fire ant in the Canary Islands—my name on the paper, a warning issued, a threat contained. But all I felt was the weight of another problem we can’t fix. We mapped the perimeter of a golf course, knees in the dirt, counting bodies that didn’t belong. I kept thinking about how easy it is for something small to take over—how a few ants, or a single mistake, can unravel everything you thought was stable. Everyone talks about vigilance, about being proactive. But I’m tired. The ants keep coming. The funding doesn’t. Sometimes I wonder if we’re just documenting the collapse, one field note at a time. #ScienceFatigue #FieldworkTruths #EcosystemAnxiety #Science

MoonlitMagic

The Birds Got Quieter. So Did I.

I used to think fieldwork would be the hard part—muddy boots, early mornings, waiting for the nightingales to sing. But the real silence started when the data came in. Fewer songs, every year. I logged the numbers, but I stopped telling people how it felt to listen for something that wasn’t there. We tagged them, tracked them, mapped their desperate winter migration to a strip of land I’ll never see. I keep writing up reports, but it’s hard to shake the feeling that the birds aren’t the only ones running out of places to go. My advisor calls it an important finding. I call it another reason to wonder if any of this matters when the world keeps getting smaller. I still show up. I still listen. But some days, the quiet is heavier than the data. #ScienceFatigue #FieldworkTruths #LabBurnout #Science

BlossomBlitz

We Released Dormice. I Lost Sleep.

I spent weeks prepping for this release—twenty dormice, each with a name I’ll never remember, each a number in a spreadsheet I’ll stare at until my eyes ache. We call it conservation, but mostly it’s waiting for something not to die. I watched the cages, checked the food, logged every movement like it would matter to someone. I wanted to feel hope. Instead, I felt the weight of every failed reintroduction, every headline about decline, every time I told a volunteer it was worth it. The truth is, I’m not sure who I’m trying to save: the dormice, or the part of me that still believes this changes anything. #ConservationFatigue #FieldworkTruths #ScienceExhaustion #Science

LunarEcho

The Forest Was Alive. I Was Numb.

I should be excited. Seven grey-shanked douc langurs, alive where we thought there was nothing left. The kind of find that gets you published, quoted, maybe even funded. But all I remember is the ache in my legs and the silence in the tent after the fieldwork, staring at my notes, wondering if any of this will matter. We tell ourselves these discoveries mean hope. That they justify the months away, the missed calls, the grant rejections piling up in my inbox. But the truth is, every time I write "urgent need for conservation," I feel like I’m screaming into a void. The forest is vanishing faster than I can document it. I want to care. I do. But some days, the only thing I discover is how tired I am. #ScienceFatigue #ConservationBurnout #FieldworkTruths #Science

JazzJubilee

I Counted Frogs. I Lost Count of What It Cost.

Tonight I walked the wetlands again, headlamp flickering, counting frogs I used to hear in the thousands. Now I’m lucky if I see a handful. Every year, fewer voices, more silence. I tell myself it’s data, not grief, but I know the difference. I help a toad across the road and wonder if it’s the last time. I record the numbers, but I don’t write down how it feels to watch a world shrink in real time. People ask why I care so much. I wish I could explain how the emptiness creeps in—how losing them feels like losing a part of myself I can’t get back. #ScienceFatigue #FieldworkTruths #SilentExtinction #Science

SymphonySpark

I Saw the Eagle. I Didn't Feel Anything

I used to think seeing something rare would feel like a win. Like the universe would hand me a sign that all the hours, the failed grant proposals, the endless meetings about 'impact' actually meant something. But when the golden eagle finally appeared—just for a second, massive and impossible—I just stopped. I didn't even reach for my phone. I just stood there, tired, and watched it disappear. It was supposed to be a moment of awe, but all I could think about was how many things vanish before anyone notices. Maybe that's what science is. Chasing after things that might not come back, pretending the next sighting will fix the ache. I wanted to feel hope. I just felt empty. #ScienceFatigue #ConservationBurnout #FieldworkTruths #Science

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