.
look, I know some of this is exhaustion and overall mental health struggles in these fucked up days.
but
I genuinely feel wrong living through a time where the truth doesn't matter and everyone has to fit in a box yet feelings are everything but it's okay to have a computer think for you.
I'm a scientist who seeks substantive evidence for conclusions and will spend literal days going down a rabbit hole in search of support for a single statement with the gist of "yeah this thing is probably related" or "no this probably doesn't affect what I'm investigating"
I'm a mentor, spending an incredible amount of time supporting others in finding their footing as scientists/communicators/writers
I'm genderfluid, oscillating between "yep this is the body I have and I can navigate that" and "ugh get me OUT of this thing it DOESN'T FIT"
I'm aceflux, where most of the time I barely comprehend what sexual attraction even is and the other bit of time I wonder if I imagined that part
I probably have chronic PTSD from previous job which is. not. helping. (I literally got called a superperson yesterday in an all-day meeting when some folx were chafing at increasing our workload without proper context for later performance evaluation and I was like "oof I feel that -- I also did nearly double our current workload as a junior-level colleague and I can confirm it sucked")
anyway. I'm barely holding together, and I keep wondering what's the point of all my effort to make my tiny corner of the world a little better if the terrible people in power keep getting what they want.















