What Scuba Diving Taught Me about Dealing with Stress

Kelp forest

Photo courtesy of: David ho at raptureofthedeep.org

In December of 2012, I became a certified scuba diver. I didn’t go anywhere fancy for my “check-out” dive after spending a pool weekend in SoMa, just Monterey, CA.

It was a dreary, drizzly day indeed that we submerged ourselves in the 55 degree waters and descended to the depths. I’d never been afraid of scuba diving or swimming or anything else rational, but I did feel acutely, for the first time, what it was like to exist in an alien environment.

I thought I was far too smart to freak out, but I did end up experiencing moments of panic, even when I knew I had plenty of air and that I was in the company of experts and that there was nothing to fear. Despite this irrefutable logic, occasionally I would be hit with the intense feeling of “I want to be above water NOW,” with my mind instantly starting to circle the dark what-if places.

But then, the gods of Monterey would whisper softly in my ear, “Breathe. Just breathe. There is air in your tank. There is a regulator in your mouth. Breathe, you fool.” And I would, and it was fine, and I could enjoy the kelp forests swaying beneath the surface in a never ending song, stretching up past where my brown eye could see.

Shortly after my scuba diving adventure, I experienced a moment in which I was stressed out. Somehow, all of the tasks I’d ever lined up for myself became compressed into a single moment, and I bore the entire weight of my 20, 15, 10, and 5 year goals at once, along with my various daily to-do lists. It was paralyzing, and I tasted the familiar flavor of panic and inadequacy.

Then I remembered what the gods whispered to me under the sea, as I rocked back and forth next to the kelp forests, and I remembered that I could breathe, that I had everything I needed at that moment to survive, and that I would survive. Then, all my goals and to-dos slinkied back out to a normal distance, and I was okay, but only as long as I kept breathing.

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9 thoughts on “What Scuba Diving Taught Me about Dealing with Stress

  1. Thoughtlife says:

    I’ve never been scuba diving, though I’d love to go, even though I’m a poor swimmer. So many people I’ve spoken to who’ve done it talk about the strange and suffocating feeling of dislocation, of being somewhere they shouldn’t, and of wanting to get out because of that. Must be quite something to experience and learn to breathe through, literally and figuratively. The thing I think I’d really struggle to do, though it looks exciting, is skydiving. What other experience would you now call off-limits following your dive underwater?

  2. Mariette says:

    I love scuba diving, though I am very new to it (just certified in September of last year), and my ‘check out’ dive wasn’t even as nice as yours. Being from Texas, there aren’t many grandeur underwater spots & mine was held in a some-what clear rock query turned lake. The calm and the quiet of the underwater is addicting!

  3. I too did my final “check-out” dive in Monterey Bay, many years ago. Mine was during August, but the water was still cold and very murky. I could barely see 12 inches from my mask. I had some buoyancy problems, and my partner descended into the depths without me. I watched him disappear below me into the dark water. But as you say, I had plenty of air and was in the company of experts, so it all worked out.

    Nice post.

  4. Courtney says:

    I love this! I used to dive a lot and I also found a lot of ways SCUBA helped me live better on land, too 🙂

  5. elenamusic says:

    Fabulous post, I like the visual of the kelp swaying the water.

  6. Good on you, I am terrified of the water (ocean/sea) and would never consider scuba diving although my boyfriend loves it and keeps trying to convince me. Maybe one of these days!!

  7. jensine says:

    I loved my scuba diving experience. i wish it was more accessible and not so expensive… would love to turn it into a proper hobby

  8. Sometimes I wish I could escape, grow wings and fly away or take to the water like an orca…

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