Climate Change, Mental Health, Costuming & Me
Warning: this post contains triggers. Sometime in late April my brain figured out how bad climate change is going to be. I’ve been aware of climate change for as long as I can remember. I wrote a paper on it for school when I was 15. I got into a massive argument with a professor about it my first term in university and derailed the entire lecture (still not sorry). But I managed to be aware, without grasping how bad it’s going to be. It’s going to be bad. High likelihood of completely dead, un-swimmable oceans bad. Mass extinction bad. Potential death of all humans by 2050 bad. My mind took the realisation…badly. By badly I mean I went from blithely happy to extremely depressed in less than 24 hours, and became so anxious that in one four day stretch I spent more of my awake hours having panic attacks than not. I had so many panic attacks I pulled a muscle in a my chest from hyperventilating. It was not good. I’m seeing a …
