Going through rough times in life is akin to deep sea diving. For much of your daily life, there you are, happily bobbing on the surface. You’re soaking in the sunshine and enjoying the ride in your trusty boat. You may be on the lookout for sharks and such, but you’re in your sturdy, protected vessel so their impact is not really a worry.

And then.

You fill in the blank. Your loved one jumps into the depths and you follow to try to help them.

You are told by the dive master you must dive in and get wet. Just the next step in your certification process.

You accidentally drop your mother’s wedding ring into the murk and chase after it.

No matter. You’re going down, like it or not.Young Woman Scuba Diver

You think of the sharks. And other things that scare you. And you realize . . .

. . . you are alone. Even if others are diving with you, you are alone. This is your dive, your journey, your mission. And only you can make sure you rise back to the top at the appropriate time and pace for your own survival. Just as your companions must mind their own timing.

You may have friends who stay on the boat. Some will have been called to go through what you are going through, plumbing the depths. Others may not.

Chances are, the wise ones will let you dive and resurface at your own pace. They’ll keep a careful eye out for you but realize this is your gig. They won’t judge your pace or skill. They’ll just pray for your safekeeping and hand you a large drink when you resurface. They’ll want to hear your stories.

The others? Well, let’s just say you may rejigger the guests on your boat when you resurface.

This handy little metaphor is obviously about life, in case you are reading this prior to your morning coffee. And if it’s evening, a glass of wine might help you follow my meanderings. Join me.

We’ve all been on that damn boat. Life is that boat. But not all of us have been called to dive.

Some of us have dived at 40 feet, fancying ourselves experts. While others have gone down as far as 125 feet. The latter takes special training, a lot of moxy and patience. And not everyone is called to do it.

Your dive could be about anything. The loss of a spouse is just one example. Recovering from an illness or coming to terms with one. Adjusting to having a mentally ill family member. Grieving a child who is out of control and causing pain for the whole family.

The uninitiated, the non-divers, tend to get impatient. As do the 40-footers. They want you back on that boat lickety split so the party can continue. There you are, plumbing the depths at 125 feet and you feel every tug and pull on your line from above. But you know you can’t come up for air yet. That if you’ve been sent this far down, there’s a reason.

Shark under water,big predator fishSo you square off with the shark that terrifies you. You explore the underwater cave, hoping to find the treasure that might lie within it. You master, as best you can, this depth—knowing you may not be sent down this far again (God, please no) but your job in the present is to handle this, learn from it, and then share your story with others so the journey is less lonely or troublesome for them.

Learn on me, you say.

And you’d be right to say that.

Solo journeys, yes, but we’re all in this boat—this thing called life—together.

And yet, those tugs from above keep coming. Hurry up. Aren’t you done yet?

As a society, we seem to value people who move on quickly. Not too quickly, or we’ll judge that too. Careful there, sister. Don’t show joy before 12 months of grief. But don’t show pain after that.

We all grieve at our own pace. We experience things differently. We process change and hard times in a way that is ours alone. They say grief is universal, and it is, but the handling of it is all on you in your own way.

Which is hard enough, without being put on someone else’s timetable.

During a rough time in my life, I had an old, dear friend who stuck by me. For a while. And then, as my situation continued to grow and worsen, stretching out over a period of time, she withdrew. Not entirely, but she took a step back. Way back. She was up there in that boat, mad that I was not back to party. And even as I began to ascend, slowly and safely, she kept tugging on that line. So hard I was afraid it would break.

When I asked her if all was well between us, she never had the courage to own up to her actions. She pretended all was “fine,”brusquely. Which took her behavior from a simple lack of insight to pure pettiness.

She was judging my timing, my experience, against another friend. And let’s be honest, this friend was a 40-foot diver at best. She was not going to plumb the depths. Was sure she knew all there was to know based on her shallow runs. Instead of honoring others’ experiences and timings, she imposed her own timetable on them. If they took longer than she thought appropriate, it was labeled feeling sorry for oneself.

Judge. Judge. Judgity judge judge judge.


When someone is hurting, let them be. If you can tell a hard truth empathetically and they can hear it, do it. But if not, and all you can do is step away, so be it. Either way, you are doing them a favor. To try to be there in a half-assed way, resentful, is felt by any wise old soul. Better not to be present. Perhaps you’re not the one to see them through this journey. That’s ok. That’s authentic, if you can step away with love. Half-assed, judgmental presence? Not so authentic.

Some of us are here to experience things only to a certain level. And then we move back to our “normal” lives, worrying about whether to have chicken or steak for dinner. And what color to paint the bathroom wall.

Bully for these people. I don’t want to be drinking a glass of wine with them before a fire, though. Chances are, the conversation would bore me to tears. The perils of hot yoga interest me not.

Others of us know we’re here for a reason. That we’re more than our outer shell. That we’ve been here before and if we can just get the learning in we may not have to be here again. Author Dani Shapiro puts it best in “Still Writing”:

“If we are artists—hell, whether or not we’re artists—it is our job, our responsibility, perhaps even our sacred calling, to take whatever life has handed us and make something new, something that wouldn’t have existed if not for the fire, the genetic mutation, the sick baby, the accident. To hurl ourselves in an act of faith so complete that our fears, insecurities, hopelessness and despair blur along the edges of our vision. We stop for nothing.”

Now there’s a soul with whom I’d like to be having that glass of wine before the fire.

Some of us are wired to be artists—even if we have a desk job and can’t paint to save our lives. We take whatever trial by fire we went through and mold something new out of it—a book, a sculpture, a support group, a quiet circle of friends.

Others feel only what is absolutely necessary and scurry back to their safe little dens. Talking about what happened would be anathema to them.

To those people I say: do not put me on your clock. I would not think of putting you on mine.Under The Waves

If I am asked to dive deep, I will ascend slowly, at intervals. Safely. Making sure I know what I need to know before I get back on that party boat.

There is nothing worse than a case of the bends, physical or emotional.

If you are waiting for me as I resurface with an arm extended and an umbrella drink in hand, I will greet you with my own open arms.

But, rest assured, I will know if you have been talking to your fellow sailors about my timing, my judgment, my stamina, in a less than supportive way.

Don’t be surprised if I put you in the life raft and set you adrift. Or take you back to shore and leave your sorry tush on the sand.

If you’re going to tug on my dive line, it had better be with kindness. Because I won’t resurface to anything less.

None of us should.



16 Comments Add yours

  1. I’ve been guilty of rushing people through their process and wanting it all to be “ok” again. It took me diving to my own depths and being treated the same way to see it. I like to think it’s made me more patient and willing to hold space for another, as well as more understanding of why people are so uncomfortable with that concept. So much to think about here. Beautiful post. ❤

    1. candidkay says:

      It’s hard not to feel our timeline is the measure for all others I know that feeling!

  2. Liked this one….lots to think about.

    A different POV on this…One friend (now a much closer friend) was then choosing to remain in a really lousy marriage (kids grown, she had her own income) and be miserable about it. She was also a chronically highly anxious person and I had to withdraw…I knew I would lose patience with the draaaaama and ambivalence and knew she needed to work it out in her own time. I told her, truthfully, that I loved her but needed to keep my distance for a while. She divorced him, did a lot of prayer and meditation to get a grip on her anxiety — and we are now much closer. I know I could have been a “better” friend but I also know my limits.

    So sometimes the best option for both is a gentle, loving (temporary) withdrawal.

  3. Roy McCarthy says:

    *Looks up moxy – good word* There are few indeed who will have true patience and understanding to accept you under all conditions and circumstances. If you find one or two you are fortunate indeed.

  4. Oh I love that thought about diving the depths and then moulding the experience into something new.

  5. Aunt Beulah says:

    This is such an honest, thoughtful, wonderfully written post. I read and re-read it, identified, thought, questioned my own actions, vowed certain changes. Thank you.

    1. candidkay says:

      Thank you for your kind words. Love it when the words make an impact.

  6. cozintransit says:

    I’ve ways thought of myself “riding the wave” during rough patches in my life. I love this analogy of diving and resurfacing. Instead of just waiting for the rough patch to subside, you actually take control of when it’s over. When I first read this, I thought about the death of my father and feeling rushed to get back to “normal.” I love the “squaring off with the shark” part. This post also made me think about the role I’ve played in judging and comparing my friends too. There’s always a part in your posts where I see myself and I say, “oh God, I’ve done that to someone.” Thanks for another great post.

    1. candidkay says:

      I hear you on the role of judge. I know I’ve done this also–where I don’t understand why someone appears “stuck” in a difficult place. But it’s not for us to understand, right? Just to be authentic and support if we’re able. Thanks for reading and for such honest commentary . . .

  7. You definitely find out who your true friends are when something like this happens. Some flee, some merely step back, but a precious few are there all along, and there to greet you when you emerge.

  8. wonderful, thanks so much for this post

  9. suemclaren24 says:

    Another Winner. Well done.

  10. markbialczak says:

    To each their own depths, Kay, of despair, grief, exploration, adventure, independence and celebration, too. Well said, my friend, taking your time out there in as many feet of water as you choose..

  11. Amy says:

    Hard times and rough patches are instructive — they teach us not only about ourselves but about others as well. It’s astonishing how insensitive people can be. Some are shallow and self-centered, and your social absence or mental distance takes away from their happiness. Some seem to lack a beating heart: they’re judgmental and flat out mean. Some people have a great fear of loss: these are the ones who want to rush you through your grief. Because, frankly, your grief scares them. They don’t want to think about loss, or death, and when they see you suffering, it makes them have to think about those very things. So they want you to “snap out of it.” Don’t listen to them.

    Understanding why others are insensitive is one thing. But forgiving them can be a challenge, depending on how much they’ve wounded you. Writing this essay must have been quite cathartic! Perhaps your words will make others think long and hard about how they treat those who are submerged by suffering.

    I am reminded of the following quote:

    “What I want is so simple I almost can’t say it: elementary kindness.” ~Barbara Kingsolver

    May kindness surround you: may it rap on your door, shine in the faces you encounter, and bubble up from your own good, deep-thinking heart. xoxo

    1. candidkay says:

      I love that Kingsolver quote and it is new to me–thank you so much for sharing. I have had some really good, solid compadres on my journey. And the journey changes you. So sometimes the crew you go back up to no longer resonates. That’s ok, I’m learning. And some of my oldest and dearest friends remain. But I’ve realized none of us really has time for pettiness. Life is just too darn short. I prefer the company of adults who own their emotions and make them clear. You always have such beautiful insights–thanks for sharing them here with us.

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