‘I could no longer look away’: a science reporter’s tipping point

I’m a science reporter. I don’t know why I thought snow would be magically immune to climate change. But logically, can you think of anything more vulnerable to rising temperatures than snow? I was in denial, like so many of us who look away, not really thinking it could happen to the places we love.

But after a year of deep-dive research into what was going to happen to snow worldwide, especially here in Australia, I started to weep. I could no longer look away from what the graphs revealed.
If we don’t find the will to rapidly reduce carbon emissions and stick to 1.5 degrees of warming or less, then our magical snowscape will … melt away.

That’s what propelled me into my doctor’s office. I felt like I did when my partner was diagnosed with cancer, only worse. I was suffering a new phenomenon: climate grief.

Above all, I’m learning to act. Because that’s the advice from everyone I’ve met – from disaster specialists to teenage school-strikers. The only way to process the emotional realities of climate change is to do what you can to save what you love.

We’ve heard of global tipping points, but there are also personal tipping points – the moment the abstract of climate change becomes real and emotional. For me, my love for snow. For Mum, the fires hitting her town of Mallacoota. I’m seeing more and more Australians reaching that moment as our fears about the future take their toll.

In my case, climate grief for snow was the reality face-slap I needed. As I walked out of the doctor’s, a pocket full of antidepressants, my life changed direction. I’ve spent the last two years on a personal quest, asking wise people how we live a good and happy life under the weight of this fearsome knowledge.

I am learning that climate grief is to be welcomed. It honours what you love, shows you care, and can be used as a bounce point to go forward with courage, motivation and hope.

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I am learning that to avoid feeling overwhelmed, to foster a “healthy information diet” which balances out the bad news with positive stories.

Above all, I’m learning to act. Because that’s the advice from everyone I’ve met – from disaster specialists to teenage school-strikers. The only way to process the emotional realities of climate change is to do what you can to save what you love.

With the nights gone cold, I’m dreaming of snow again. I’ve been internet-stalking Thredbo, impatient to frolic with the flakes. (Hey, no one said to stop having fun!) But I vow never to turn away in denial, to always take action to ensure my heartplace survives. My grandfather was saved
by snow; I owe it to snow to save it.

Oh – and I never needed to take those antidepressants.

Beyond Climate Grief (New South Books) by Jonica Newby is out now.

This article appears in Sunday Life magazine within the Sun-Herald and the Sunday Age on sale July 25. To read more from Sunday Life, visit The Sydney Morning Herald and The Age.

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