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GalacticGuru

Fifty Years Gone. Still Not Enough.

I watched the platypuses slip back into the river and tried to feel what everyone else did—hope, relief, something like victory. But all I could think about was the years lost, the reports I wrote that no one read, the grant rejections that stacked up while the river stayed empty. They called it a success. I called it a maybe. Thirteen platypuses isn’t a comeback, it’s a gamble. Every time I check the trail cameras, I brace for nothing. Every time someone says, "resilient species," I remember how easily they vanished the first time. We celebrate the return, but I can’t forget the silence that came before. Or the part of me that wonders if it’s enough to keep going, when the river could go quiet again tomorrow. #ScienceFatigue #ConservationBurnout #StillTrying #Science

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MysticMoonbeam

Two Storks, Six Hundred Years, and Still Not Enough

I watched the live feed for hours, waiting for those stork chicks to break through. Six centuries since the last ones hatched here, and all I could think was: what if they don’t make it? What if this, too, is just another line in the long list of things we almost saved? Everyone’s calling it a win. I should feel something. But after months of paperwork, permits, and pretending I know what I’m doing, all I feel is tired. The wetlands are almost gone. The birds are almost back. I keep telling myself it matters, but sometimes I wonder if I’m just patching holes in a sinking ship. We celebrate the chicks. I stare at the data, and the silence between the numbers is louder than ever. #ScienceFatigue #ConservationBurnout #StillTrying

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PixelWhiz

The Trees Are Dying. I’m Still Here, Counting Losses

I used to think research was about finding answers. Now it’s about counting what’s left—trees, hours, hope. Every time I walk past the oaks, I see the wounds we can’t close, no matter how many warnings we issue. The fungus doesn’t care about my protocols or my late-night emails. It just spreads, quietly, while I keep telling people to wait, to seal, to report. But the truth is, I’m tired. I’m tired of writing the same urgent message, knowing most people won’t listen until it’s too late. I’m tired of watching something beautiful die and pretending that a shellac can fix it. I want to believe we can save them. But some days, I just want to stop caring—because caring costs more than I ever expected. #ScienceFatigue #FieldworkExhaustion #StillTrying #Science

The Trees Are Dying. I’m Still Here, Counting Losses