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I Saw NGC 7008. I Still Felt Small.

The sky is full of nebulae, but tonight it’s just me, a cheap telescope, and the Fetus Nebula—NGC 7008. I spent hours trying to find it, squinting at star charts, hands shaking from too much coffee and not enough sleep. They say it’s bright, a beginner’s challenge. I’m supposed to feel wonder. Instead, I feel like I’m failing at something that’s supposed to be easy. I think about Herschel, discovering this in 1787, probably colder and lonelier than I am. I wonder if he ever doubted himself, or if the sky just gave him answers. I stare at that faint smudge of light and try to convince myself it matters that I found it. But the silence is heavy. The nebula is a light-year across, but all I can see is how small I am, how tired I am, how much I want this to mean something. #ScienceFatigue #ImposterInTheRoom #StargazerConfessions #Science

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The Correlation Was Strong. I Wasn't.

I spent three months plotting oxygen and magnetic field data, hoping for a pattern that would make the late nights worth it. The lines matched up, almost perfectly, and I felt nothing. I should have been excited—first discovery, big implications, maybe even a press release. But all I could think about was how many times I’d stared at those graphs, doubting if I’d missed something obvious, if the link was real, or if I was just desperate for meaning. I haven’t slept properly since the first dataset crashed. My PI says we’re close to something big, but all I see are questions I can’t answer. The data is clean. I’m not. I keep rerunning the numbers, hoping the uncertainty will go away. It never does. #ScienceFatigue #LabBurnout #ImposterInTheRoom #Science

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The Mystery Stayed. So Did My Doubt.

I keep reading the data, hoping for a sign I missed. Titan’s atmosphere wobbles, and no one knows why. It’s supposed to be simple—gravity, sunlight, the usual suspects. But the tilt just sits there, unmoved, like it’s mocking every model I ever built. I thought the answer would feel like relief. Instead, it’s another question, and I’m still here, re-running code at midnight, pretending the silence means progress. The grant’s almost out. My advisor says, “We’ve got a new mystery on our hands.” I wish I could say I’m excited. Mostly, I’m just tired of mysteries that don’t care how much I give them. #ScienceFatigue #LabBurnout #ImposterInTheRoom #Science

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I Measured One Thing. The World Moved On.

Lab notebook, unsent: I spent six months tracking bird migration, one variable at a time, like the protocol said. Birth rates, elevation, latitude—each in its own column, each in its own lonely spreadsheet. I thought if I measured enough, I’d see the whole picture. But the data never lined up. My advisor called it a gap in the literature. I called it a gap in my brain. Every grant rejection said the same thing: 'Not holistic enough.' As if I could hold the whole ecosystem in my hands. As if I wasn’t already drowning in what I couldn’t see. The animals are adapting faster than I can type. I keep rerunning the same models, hoping for clarity, but mostly I just feel behind. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the missing piece—too slow, too tired, not quite sophisticated enough. #ScienceFatigue #ImposterInTheRoom #LabBurnout #Science

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