The Dreaded Climate Change Depression

I’ve been spending way too much time this week reading terrifying news articles about how it’s too late for climate change. 

There are only two more years until there is predicted no ice in the Arctic in summer, and the news story there is that it’s opening new lines for shipping.

All the governments of the world claim they want to have 2 degrees of warming, but scientists are already thinking we’ll be well past that by mid-century.

The permafrost is melting, which is releasing all kinds of its own greenhouse gases, which we can’t put back.

I’m feeling depressed about it. And mad. I want to do something, but what can really be done at this point? Our entire society needs to be completely dismantled. Yesterday.

Ugh. I’m doing my little parts, but I don’t know how to do anything radical enough to approach the problem. I’m getting my food from a local farmstand, learning to grow vegetables in my windows, walking home from work, taking public transit. But still, I rely so heavily on the systems that are the problem, and I can’t extricate myself from them, and they are showing no sign of changing.