I wonder how others cope with powerlessness? As a Witness I took great comfort from the thought that when I was at my lowest, that is when I could rely on Jehovah completely: as in the saying, "When I am weak - then I am powerful!" But I can't take comfort in that any more because that kind of attitude seems like mere wishful thinking to me now. "Now" as in - now that I no longer have a belief in God. More fundamentally, "now" that I have no confidence at all that justice "will out in the end". All around me I see iniquity, misperceptions, misunderstandings, terrible calamity, and the powerful carrying on regardless. What comfort is there for anyone struck low in this life?
More awful than anything must be when we become docile bodies in the hands of doctors or other agents of the power system we are under. I have been quite ill recently and I can find no comfort and no prospect. God is not there, and the future is uncertain. I mean I have a wonderful wife and good family and friends to comfort me. But they can't help me out the situation I am in. And many others I feel flee from me when I am weak - fairweather friends. I really don't know what would be worst - to end up in a hospital, prison, or psychiatric ward. There was a Russian man on Newsnight last night who had experienced all three at the hands of the state over there. He said the psychiatric ward was by far the worst. A British psychiatrist made a rather obtuse comment. She said that regrettably in Russia the psychiatric system had been corrupted by the state into a means of oppression. My God is it not always and everywhere so - only to varying degrees! Don't ask me how to run a better system of punishment or of mental and physical health. But that inability to give alternatives in no way prevents me from knowing I dislike this one we are under. In case readers now think I have mental problems, I should say my illness is only physical, but I have seen others I know well processed through the "mental health" care system and it is not pretty. I mean I do feel depressed sometimes, but not out of proportion to how bad I feel physically. If anything I wonder why I do not get more depressed.
Nietzsche said that we learn through hardship. We climb the mountain and enjoy the panorama as the result of our struggle. We should see illness and setbacks as opportunities to grow. Unfortunately it does not always turn out like that. As Woody Allen rightly says, it's all fine saying what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, but there is no guarantee of making it into that second group. I remember he also said at the start of Annie Hall that there are only two settings in life: miserable and awful. And if we are merely miserable we should be eternally thankful for that. Poor old Nietzsche himself in the end was struck low physically and mentally in a manner in which it is hard to conceive of his thereby have "grown" in any meaningful sense.
Have I completed my transition from hopeful JW believer, to hopeless nihilist? I can't see where this road is headed, if this is a natural dead end of thought, or just a blockage of the mind.
Ramble over.
Slim