I will not be one of the thousands of young people from around the world working diligently with or against their governments to try to ensure a legally and politically binding treaty this December in Denmark.
I will not be amongst my beloved Canadian climate friends who have been working 200% harder than ever before to gear up for this significant conference.
I will not be meeting with Environment Minister Jim Prentice or lead climate negotiator Michael Martin to ask them why they cannot or will not do more to further progress on this life-and-death issue.
I will not be joining hands, sharing hugs and tears, or standing in solidarity with the international youth movement on climate change.
Instead, I will be hunkered down in a bed, trying to push thoughts of sadness, despair, failure, and disappointment out of my head.
What happened?
I burnt out. I tried too hard. I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders. I took on everyone's stress and worries as my own. I buckled under the weight that I foolishly took on.
I have been feeling this way for almost two months now, and during this time I have not been quiet. I have spoken about The Crash to friends and family, as well as to my peers and those within the movement that I have looked up to the most. To my surprise, I am not alone in this experience. It turns out almost everyone I have spoken to has experienced a similar burnout in their desperate quest to slow the quickening rate of climate change. Those who haven't yet feel as though they are on the brink of burnout.
Why are so many young people burning out at such an age?
It frightens me to think of how long this
will go on. So many hard-working and dedicated young people are becoming depressed and suffering nervous breakdowns from struggling in the futile efforts to undo our government's damage to the climate. Our future, our livelihoods and our quality of life is directly at stake, and so it is no small wonder that we feel we must carry the burden of the world's suffering on our shoulders.Clearly our current leaders do not value the future as much as we do, and so it is not in their interests to protect and conserve it for us. Thus, if anything is to be done about it, it is up to us, the younger generation, the young adults, youth, and children of today.
What kind of torch is this to bear? If we don't fight the fight, who will? If we all crash and burn, what then?
I feel as though I have become a disappointment to my peers and the future. But at the same time, I recognize that if I am able to contribute to important work in the future, I must take care of myself in the present. Copenhagen is not going to be the Be All and End ALL of international climate negotiations, and there is infinite important work that must be done at home, on the ground, in the communities and daily lives of our citizens. It is here that I may shift my future focus, where I may apply my passion, zeal, and energy, once it returns. Perhaps it is here I can make the biggest difference, where my voice can be heard more clearly. Perhaps then this plight might feel less futile.


