How to cope with eco-anxiety

the cynics who tell us it’s too late, even the scolds who tell us to go vegan. We’re angry at ourselves — at our own guilt, shame, and helplessness; at our own contradictions as we suck at the teat of the very fossil fuel industry we rail against. We’re angry at other people — at the folks who do nothing, the politicians who do next to nothing, and

Because it feels like there’s so little I can do, but I also know there’s so much I could do, but some days I just don’t want to do any of it. I hate the burden of it all. I hate feeling like I should do something when it might already be too late to do anything. Because who wants to be played the sucker by History?

At some think tank somewhere, guys with pocket protectors and knotted brows are asking their computer models questions like: “If global carbon emissions peak by 2030 and sea-level rise is 1.6 meters by 2050, how many people along the Eastern Seaboard are likely to drown in storm surges, and what will the effect be on national GDP to relocate the re