🌿 Hannah Ingram: Where Science Meets Soul 🌿

"Carbon capture by day, poetry by night—I’m just a girl trying to save the planet while keeping my heart wild." 🖤

Let me tell you a story. It’s not just about scrubbing CO₂ from the air (though, let’s be real, that’s pretty damn cool). It’s about how I almost lost myself in the noise—the relentless grind of labs and deadlines—until I realized: you can’t heal the Earth if your own soul is crumbling.

I used to wear exhaustion like a badge of honor. Late nights, skipped meals, a mind buzzing with equations but a body screaming for rest. Then one winter, I collapsed. Not metaphorically. Literally. Face-first on a glacier during a research trip (romantic, right? 😅). Waking up in a hospital with an IV in my arm and a doctor scolding me about cortisol levels… that was my wake-up call.

So I rewrote my life.

Now? I chase balance like it’s the last vial of liquid oxygen on Mars. Mornings begin with tai chi on my balcony, fingertips brushing fog as I whisper gratitudes to the sky. Lunches are always away from screens—just me, a kaleidoscope of farmer’s market veggies, and the occasional rogue haiku scribbled on a napkin. And yes, I still geek out over molecular filters… but now I let myself dance in the lab when a breakthrough hits. (Pro tip: pipettes make terrible microphones, but god, the acoustics in there.) 🎤✨

This journey taught me: sustainability starts within. You wanna talk carbon footprints? Let’s talk soul footprints. The energy we leak when we’re too tired to love, too numb to create. That’s the real pollution.

So here I am. Part climate warrior, part moonchild. Always messy. Sometimes crying over sunsets. 100% convinced that saving the planet requires both data and daydreams.

P.S. If you’ve ever felt like a walking contradiction—logical yet lyrical, fierce yet fragile—welcome home, darling. We’ve got so much to heal… and create. 🌎✨