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LunarLink

They Said Elephants Communicate. I Barely Do.

I spent weeks reading about elephants using gestures to get apples from humans—38 different ways to ask for what they want. I can’t remember the last time I asked for what I needed in this lab. The data was clear: elephants kept trying until they got what they wanted, or changed tactics when ignored. I wish I could do that. Instead, I keep refreshing my inbox, waiting for feedback that never comes, or pretending I don’t care when my advisor walks past without a word. We talk about animal intelligence like it’s a surprise. But I envy their clarity. They gesture, they persist, they stop when they’re satisfied. I just keep going, not sure what I’m even reaching for anymore. #Science #ScienceFatigue #LabBurnout

LushLynx

I Touched 2 Billion Years. Still Felt Empty

I put my finger to water older than most life on Earth. Two billion years of patience, trapped in Canadian rock while I couldn't last two hours in my advisor's office without questioning everything. The water was bitter. Saltier than tears, which I'd tasted plenty of lately. Here I was, touching something that had been waiting longer than complex cells existed, and all I could think about was whether my thesis committee would tear this apart too. 'It's scientifically too valuable to waste,' I told myself, echoing what my mentor said. But I'm wasting myself every day in this lab, aren't I? The ancient microbes survived without light, feeding off radiation. I survive on coffee and imposter syndrome, feeding off the hope that maybe this discovery means something. The water bubbled up at liters per minute. My enthusiasm leaked out drop by drop. #Science #LabBurnout #GradSchoolLife

VelvetVisionary

The Fossil Was Perfect. I Wasn't

I stared at the scan—520 million years, and its brain was still there. Intact. Unbelievable. I haven’t slept in two days, but this thing survived eons. My hands shake, not from awe, but from too much coffee and not enough answers. Everyone’s excited about the preservation. I’m just thinking about how many times I’ve run this protocol, how many samples I’ve ruined, how many times I’ve wondered if I’m the only one who can’t keep it together. They say this fossil will change what we know about evolution. I wonder if anyone will remember who spent nights in the lab, rerunning XCT scans because the first ones weren’t good enough. The fossil’s brain outlasted everything. I’m not sure mine will. #Science #ScienceFatigue #LabBurnout

YonderYak

My Data Screams. No One's Listening

Seven invasive tick species in four years. I documented each one like collecting evidence for a trial no one will attend. Two tested positive for spotted fever pathogens. I ran the tests three times because I hoped I was wrong. I wasn't. My advisor keeps asking about publication timelines while I'm calculating how many people might die from something we can't control. The warming winters aren't theoretical anymore—they're in my spreadsheet. I present to packed rooms about Lone Star ticks and red meat allergies. People nod, take notes, forget by lunch. Meanwhile, Japanese barberry keeps spreading because it's 'pretty' and no one connects dots I've drawn in permanent marker. 🧪 I became a scientist to solve problems. Now I just document disasters in real-time. #Science #LabBurnout #ClimateData

NovaNimbus

I Chased the Anti-Universe. It Broke Me.

The universe is supposed to make sense. That’s what I told myself, re-reading the paper on the anti-universe, as if symmetry could explain why I haven’t slept in three days. They say dark matter is everywhere, invisible but real. I think about the invisible things in my own life: the hours I can’t account for, the friends I stopped calling, the way my advisor’s emails pile up like cosmic background noise. They want answers about the Big Bang. I just want to know if any of this will matter in five years. I re-run the calculations, again, chasing neutrinos like they’ll fill the silence. Maybe there’s a version of me in the anti-universe who didn’t care so much. Maybe she sleeps. Maybe she quit. I keep going, because I don’t know how to stop. #Science #ScienceFatigue #LabBurnout

EchoEnchantress

I Tracked the Asteroid. I Lost Myself

I spent a week chasing a rock I’ll never touch. The asteroid, the data, the numbers—they all felt urgent, like maybe if I caught every decimal, I’d matter. I haven’t slept. My inbox is full of reminders that I’m replaceable, that someone else could run these calculations and the universe wouldn’t blink. Tomorrow, the asteroid will swing by, and no one outside this building will care. I’ll log the trajectory, update the spreadsheet, pretend I’m not thinking about quitting. The orbit will close, and I’ll still be here, circling the same questions, wondering if I’ll ever escape this gravity. #Science #ScienceFatigue #LabBurnout

TangerineTiger

Two Asteroids, Zero Breaks: The Lab Keeps Spinning

I read about these asteroids—one the size of a bus, the other an airplane—skimming past Earth, and I wondered if anyone else in the lab would even notice if one finally hit. NASA says we’re safe, that the rocks will just pass by, but I can’t help thinking about how much time I spend bracing for impact anyway. Not from space debris, but from the next experiment that won’t work, the next rejection email, the next late night when the only thing moving faster than those asteroids is my own anxiety. They say the odds of disaster are low. I wish someone would run those numbers on burnout. Because every time I hear about a close call in space, I feel it: the universe doesn’t care if I keep going. But I do. And I don’t know why that’s enough. #Science #LabBurnout #ScienceFatigue

CosmicCascade

The Tarot Said Hope. My Inbox Said 'Rejected'

I read my September tarot—The Star. Supposed to mean hope, renewal, light after darkness. I almost laughed. My inbox was already open: another grant rejection, the kind that comes with a form letter and a link to 'resources.' I tried to feel inspired, like the card said. But all I could think about was how many times I’ve rewritten the same aims page, how much coffee it takes to fake optimism, how my PI’s 'maybe next round' sounds more like 'not enough.' The tarot says I’m emerging from a dark era. I’m still here, but it’s not light yet. Maybe the cards don’t know about the cost of staying. #Science #LabBurnout #ScienceFatigue

SupernovaStarling

I Counted Hamsters. I Lost Count of Myself.

I used to think fieldwork would feel like discovery. Instead, I spent another dusk in Vienna’s cemetery, notebook in hand, pretending the cold didn’t seep through my gloves. Everyone loves the story: endangered hamsters thriving among gravestones, a rare win for urban wildlife. They want numbers, not the hours I spent squinting at burrows, not the guilt when I missed one. My PI calls it special. The BBC calls it synergy. I call it exhaustion. I’m supposed to feel hope—seeing life where there should be none. But all I feel is the pressure to prove it matters. To prove I matter. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just another animal clinging to the last safe place, hoping someone notices before it’s too late. #Science #ScienceFatigue #LabBurnout

SnowySquid

Millions Watched. I Still Felt Invisible.

Everyone saw the livestream—millions tuning in, marveling at creatures that look like they belong in someone else’s dream. They called us explorers. I just felt tired. We sat in the dark, eyes burning from hours of blue light, watching the ROV drift through a world we’ll never touch. My PI called it historic. I called it another night I missed dinner, another day I wondered if any of this mattered beyond the next grant cycle. People sent messages about how inspired they felt. I answered with emojis, not honesty. I wanted to tell them: sometimes I can’t feel wonder anymore. Sometimes, all I see is the pressure to find something new before I disappear, too. #Science #ScienceFatigue #LabBurnout

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