Sometimes, I don’t need words. I just need water.
This dive wasn’t anything grand or deep or record-breaking. But it felt like a reset. And that’s exactly what I needed.
When I freedive, I’m not chasing numbers. I’m chasing stillness. That kind of quiet that you can’t get from noise-canceling headphones or turning off notifications. The kind that only happens when your mind and body finally agree to slow down.
It starts with a breath—a deep, intentional one. Then I sink. Slowly. The world above fades, and all I hear is my heartbeat. It’s calming and oddly grounding, even if I’m literally floating.
Down there, I don’t overthink. I don’t worry about unfinished tasks, unread emails, or what I’m doing with my life. I just am. And that’s more than enough.
There’s technique involved, sure—breath-hold, equalizing, relaxing into the dive. But what matters most to me is how it makes me feel after. Lighter. Clearer. Kinder to myself.
People sometimes ask why I freedive. This video is part of the answer. The rest? That’s something you feel, not explain.
