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The case for self-doubt: my Radio 3 essay broadcast tonight

Posted on 13 April 2012 | 11:04am

I see the BBC magazine has published my Radio 3 essay on self-doubt, which is broadcast tonight. So here it is.

“Where there is doubt, there is no doubt.”

I don’t know where that saying originates, but I heard it first from a good friend and famous football manager, Sir Alex Ferguson. He uses it for transfers and team selections. I’ve used it for a multitude of decisions in my life, like whether or not to work for Tony Blair.

Not just doubt, either – but self-doubt. Cue hollow laughter from some of you – did they just say Alastair Campbell? What does he know about self-doubt, this man who in Downing Street seemed to have self-confidence to a fault, and who would surely think of doubt as a sign of weakness, a fear never to be admitted?

But in fact not only was the sense of self-doubt strong when Tony Blair asked me to be his spokesman and strategist – it was something that stayed with me for much of the time I was with him, and has been a prominent part of my life and make-up before and since.

I see it as a strength, not a weakness, because, usually, I haven’t allowed it to disable me. Instead, it is the means by which I prepare, consider other options and perspectives, strive for clarity about what can be attained and what cannot – and then, critically, stop the doubting, and act.

Alastair Campbell (left) with Tony Blair (right) in an aeroplane Campbell says he felt self-doubt when he was asked to be Tony Blair’s spokesman

Galileo called self-doubt “the father of all invention”. Self-doubt that doesn’t lead to decision or action is ultimately self-defeating, and creates a numbing negativity – whereas self-doubt that leads to resolution of the doubts can be a remarkable source of energy and creativity.

I’m a depressive. When self-doubt is of the negative kind, I’m in a depressive mindset. When it’s a source of energy and creativity, then the words of Galileo seem both valid and wise.

So for all these reasons, when Tony first asked me, I asked for a month to think about it.

Linked very much to self-doubt were the scars of my nervous breakdown in 1986. I’d cracked under pressure. If I took this job, I would know far greater pressure – could I cope without breaking down again?

When I was being interviewed by the BBC’s Stephen Nolan recently, he said: “I just don’t get it.” What he couldn’t get was how I – someone he’d introduced as a “hard man”, someone he’d always thought of as a man of certainty, not doubt – could willingly go on air and describe what had been happening inside my head when it exploded 26 years ago in a cacophony of music, speech and random sound, as I went through a full-blown crack-up.

In answering, I sought to convey that though my experience was an extreme one, it was nonetheless born in the kind of despair and negative self-doubt that all of us may know, because in this context at least, we really are all in this together.

At the time, it helped to hear of others who had been through such experiences and survived. It is partly because I know others are experiencing the same thing now, that I talk about it so freely. I hope it helps. It certainly helps me. Talking is therapy.

It was the worst day of my life – at the time – one during which, from waking with a hangover to rushing for a flight to Scotland, I felt a relentless march towards what, in my developing madness, I imagined was going to be my death.

You will know by now that I didn’t die, which may be a disappointment to some. Instead I was arrested by two plain-clothes policemen, and taken into custody, where my madness saw me strip naked and draw messages on the walls of my barren Hamilton cell. A doctor arrived, and, on condition I sought help, I was taken to Ross Hall hospital in Paisley.

I was sedated, slept, and after several scary days of paranoia, shakes from alcohol withdrawal, and engagement with a kindly psychiatrist called Ernest Bennie, I began the slow road to recovery. It’s a road I continue to tread.

I now look back on 7 March 1986, not as the worst day of my life, but as the best. I faced up to problems, like alcohol. I admitted to obsessions, like politics and a desire to see the back of the Tories.

I came to understand what really mattered – beliefs, values, friendship, above all perhaps the people I hadn’t been kind to as I’d allowed myself, through overwork, over-drink and monomania, to be sucked into a vortex of self-destruction, which of course left others caught up in its wake also close to destruction.

The media tends to delight in black and white, one-dimensional images – caricatures almost. So once I set a tone of being a fairly tough-minded press secretary, the media’s picture of me was never going to allow space for self-doubt. Yet how could a mind that cracked once not know about self-doubt?

In fact, how could any mind, if being honest with itself, not know about it? It’s the most complicated and most sensitive part of our being. To lack self-doubt is to lack humanity, for it’s this that compels us to pose the questions that need answers.

The character of Malcolm Tucker, played by actor Peter Capaldi, in BBC drama The Thick of It, with supporting cast in the background Steely Malcolm Tucker of The Thick of It was reportedly modelled on Alastair Campbell

And as I learned many times when briefing a roomful of journalists, it’s entirely possible to exhibit public positions of strength and clarity while enduring private feelings of anxiety and doubt. Sometimes, I’m sure, the private feelings showed. But the image perhaps blinded those who’d created it.

I’ve learned lessons from my breakdown, and from the depressions since. “Try to get good out of anything bad” is one of my life maxims. When you’re talking about depression, and that strange feeling of being simultaneously dead and alive, you have to get something good from the bad. Otherwise, you really do find yourself asking “what is the point?”, and that’s a dangerous place to be.

I’m the same person I was in 1986. I don’t drink like I used to. But I still get depressed, can still be self-obsessed, obsessive, brooding and introspective, and can still be riddled with self-doubt at times about what I do and why I do it, not to mention what I don’t do and why I don’t do it.

And here is perhaps what Nolan found difficult. He only knows the me of three election wins and the Downing Street era – who, amid mayhem in Stormont where Tony Blair was trying to bridge the unbridgeable in Northern Ireland, faced hundreds of doubting journalists with conviction and told them we were inching ever closer to a deal; who, offered the chance to go into the Hutton Inquiry via the back door to avoid loud-hailing protesters, insisted on going through the front door and past them.

Alastair Campbell walks past a group of protesters and photographers as he arrives at the Royal Courts of Justice in London to testify at the Hutton Inquiry, 19 August, 2003. Campbell decided to brave the protesters outside when he arrived to testify at the Hutton Inquiry

But didn’t I have doubts on such occasions? Of course I did. During that Hutton Inquiry, for example.

Doubt that if I did not give a good account of myself, I might bring about not only my own demise, but the government’s.

Doubt that I was putting my family through all kinds of hell, during my absences, but also during times together when on holiday we were invaded by friendly lawyers and hostile journalists, the latter scenting blood.

And did I lie awake and wonder if we could have done something differently, so that Dr David Kelly did not feel his only option was to take his own life? Yes, I did.

Benjamin Franklin once said: “By failing to prepare, you are preparing to fail.” But by the time I walked through the protesters I had prepared. I had faced up to the doubts. So I felt strong. Self-doubt became creative, enriching, liberating.

The best preparation is always to ask the deepest and most difficult questions of yourself, and to think deeply about the answers. The sleepless nights are part of the preparation.

Not that this is meant to be said in a tone of triumph. One way forward may emerge, but still carry with it the clutter of self-doubt. If self-doubt waved a flag, its colour would be grey.

Self-doubt remains an essential part of my make-up. But, as I think I’ve made clear, ultimately I see it as a strength and not a weakness.

My partner Fiona is forever asking, “Why can’t you just be happy?'”. But it’s not that simple. In my little book The Happy Depressive – that’s me – I advance a rather dark theory. It is that we don’t really know if we’ve lived a happy life until we near its end.

Perhaps that’s a non-believer’s way of trying to stick to values that keep us broadly on the straight and narrow.

Which brings us to God. Now there’s an area riddled with doubt. I was raised to believe, but soon gave it up. It flickers now and then, like when my friend Philip Gould died recently, aged just 61, and I saw the faith resonating from him, and comforting him, and in what he called “the death zone” giving him an equilibrium he lacked for much of his life.

But then my rational mind kicks in. “Where there is doubt, there is no doubt.” This time, the doubt turned me against the proposition, not for it – although, as Philip used to tease, the door is never closed.

Believers in my family are convinced I will “do God” before I go. Tony Blair always said he was sure I was deeply religious deep down, but worried I might become an Islamic fundamentalist.

Finally, I want to emphasise what I alluded to earlier – that we really are all in this together. If we think otherwise, we delude ourselves. A little bit of self-awareness, and we soon admit that when the lights switch off and the day closes down, we feel those twinges of self-doubt.

Can I? Should I? Suppose I? Did I really? But that’s normal. It’s what we do with the self-doubt that matters.

That goes for world leaders, too. They are not exempt from self-doubt, whatever a crystal clear soundbite or a beautifully delivered speech may convey, and probably they wouldn’t last long as world leaders if they owned up to self-doubt too often.

Remember how long Barack Obama took to decide on his policy in Afghanistan? His enemies accused him of dithering, but he was going through his doubts, testing them, casting them aside, settling finally for what he hoped would work?

Barack Obama Even the self-assured experience doubt

Before him, Bill Clinton knew all about self-doubt. “The key word is HALT,” he once told me. It means stop. But it also means Hungry, Angry, Lonely, Tired. A US president won’t go hungry. But he or she will get angry, lonely, tired – do things they shouldn’t.

Tony Blair was a conviction leader, but that didn’t mean he lacked self-doubt. I recall once in opposition, when he feared that the big beasts – John Prescott, Gordon Brown and Robin Cook – would never accept him as they had his predecessor John Smith. That was self-doubt, and I often saw it. But it was all part of constant self-examination, which ultimately led to an inner strength.

I can recall the exact moment the last vestiges of self-doubt about taking up Tony’s offer of becoming his press secretary vanished. It was when he told me he intended to launch a review of Labour’s constitution, which he hoped would replace the old socialist Clause 4.

Later, as he prepared to announce this to the Labour conference, he asked me what were the chances this could kill his leadership by the end of the day. I said about 10%. It was a risk, but one worth taking.

Here was Galileo’s old maxim at work – self-doubt “the father of all invention”, self-doubt the driving force behind genuine creativity, and ultimate boldness.

And in that moment, in so many ways, New Labour was born.

There it is then.

Self-doubt can be unnerving, scary even, but it need not panic us into thinking it’s an inevitable sign of weakness and failure. It need not paralyse. It offers the chance to slow down, think, work through, test, face alternatives, be realistic about what can be achieved – and then to act.

And if I say that, there must be something in it – why, I’m almost certain of it myself.

Alastair Campbell on self-doubt for The Essay: The Case for Doubt to be broadcast on Friday 13 April at 22.45pm on BBC Radio 3.

  • Very interesting. It would also be interesting to know what you think of this piece about depression.
    http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052702304587704577333941351135910.html 

  • Ehtch

    Those at the lower scale of the self-doubt make excellent salespersons – it blinds them to the faults in what they are selling. Excellent businesspersons though, are in that grey area inbetween, where doubt helps them refine the product that they sell. Lord Leverhulme of Port Sunlight, of Lever Soap fame, is an excellent example. Did a management project on him years ago, was a very impressive character.

  • John

    alastair

    I understand exactly what you go through. I also suffred for many years. The most help I obtained was from a Dr Clair Weekes who wrote several books on nervcous suffering, also some tapes which I do not know if you can still get hold of, I have a copy if you wished to borrow them

    Thanks for bringing the subject out inot the open.

     

  • Alan

    You Should read all the comments on the BBC story and ask the BBC to let you read the ones that have been deleted and explain why.  If you had doubt before you will once you have read the comments. Then you may just admit and apologise.

  • Colin Cameron

    I interviewed SAF for the FT a while back and he said the doubt/no doubt thing to me. The subs ultimately queried it and said it wasn’t clear. There was, er, a doubt about it. I like the way when it actually makes people think for a moment. Rather like your programme will later. 

  • lucy

    the only approach i’ve found that works is to reassure myself that i have to make the best decision i can at the time, and yes sometimes it’s wrong but life is far too short to have so many of my own judgements questioned by me. i don’t think i always agreed with decisions made by the Blair government but i think self doubt is intrinsic to survival of the fittest. maybe none of that has made any sense, i’ve no idea but hey i’m not going to beat myself up about it….well maybe just a bit.

  • Carm

    Interesting saying ‘where there is doubt there is no doubt’. I never heard that before possibly because what was told to me was from a prayer ‘where there is doubt – faith’. Your one makes more sense though.

    I do this self doubt too but tend to go more on the negative side of it where the ‘what’s the point’ danger zone exists.

    You always teach me and I’m grateful for what you say and do to help in the understanding of thinking and mental health stuff. As you said it helps to learn from others who have walked the path before you, espically if you can click with them somewhat.

    Thank you,

  • Michele

    I imagine you in a frontless apron and a gimp mask.

    Am I close?

  • Matthew

    Thank you!  Felt you reached inside me and gave me words I could not have found myself.

  • Ehtch

    I might as well post a long-winded comment for the “no doubt” camp, since I like to use it when I see no particular any reason for to have no doubt, self-doubt not existing in my judgement at such time.

    Take, say, a Walt Disney movie, when you started watching Bambi, you knew at some point her/his/othersex mother was going to have it by a gun, bit like Poland I suppose in 1939.

    And Cuba, you could tell the yanks would find it difficult, “no doubt”, to find some point in time to say “Cuba is not so bad after all, even though they threw our capitalist fascists out of their country”.

    And also, didn’t they discover dance without judgement in CCCP when Stalin died in 1953, and it didn’t take them long, let me tell you, to start boogieing,
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pmArogHFGWo

    Could go on, but I might start to bore Boris Johnson, who no doubts gets reported what goes on here, this site of extra, umm, sausage-filled thinking site, which I can’t get actually, can someone explain to me, says Boris the totally breadfilled sausage….

    Song for Ken on London,
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7w_EC90C98
    PLEASE! don’t cry Ken, for gawd sakes!

  • postageincluded

    Wittgenstein made a similar point, that if you can’t doubt, you can’t know. 

  • Ehtch

    listen with your saturday morning bacon and eggs, with a cup of tea, Alastair, radio three,
    http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/console/b01fjykb

  • Olli Issakainen

    They say that if a person strives for perfection or total control, there is some trauma behind it.
    As for FAITH, it trancedes reason – it does not DENY it.
    Faith goes deeper than rational mind. Emotions and intuition are also involved.
    Faith is no logic. Faith is a mystery.
    Design in nature, miracles and fulfilled prophecy are evidence for God. But we cannot know for sure whether God does exist or not. God asks us to have faith and trust.
    God manifests Himself in nature and in the Bible. There is enough evidence to believe in Him.
    Anyway, religion is about MEANING not about FACT.
    So humility is needed in order to believe in God.

  • Ehtch

    and for those with nothing available to do this early evening, the capital of west Wales is going at it hammer and tongs with the capital of east Wales, in rugger, Swansea vee Cardiff, in another name,  AND in Cardiff, so the jacks are up for it. Available online in the UK here, on welsh telly’s iplayer, ko 6:30, coverage starts at 6:10, get your llllllchchchdddd welsh dictionaries out,
    http://www.s4c.co.uk/clic/e_live.shtml
    RHIFAU AR Y CHWYTH!

  • Ehtch

    Ken’s Mayorial vid I am on about, where The Guardian, it is said, metioned that he burst into tears with, when first viewed – sweethead!
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lj_TO6ggZ1c
    What do you say Alf? “He’s a bluddy commie git”.
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qb97hYy43YY

  • DanielDolan23

    Great, great article. Thank you Alistair. Such honesty is just fantastic. As someone with a prestigious job who is sometimes  paralysed by self-doubt, it is fascinating to hear what you went through. I half wonder if the breakdown was a huge relief – finally you could be honest with the world? I’d love to know how widespread these anxieties are. When I sit in meetings with people who appear so in control, I always wonder what lies beneath. Maybe most are fine and nothing does…..? BTW, saw you at the Emirates in Burnley’s 3-0 defeat a couple of years ago. I’m a Blackpool fan!

  • Ehtch

    Since this is a media/art/other blog thread, and since I met a bloke from Cambridgeshire the other day in my local, thought I would post a bit of Jonathan Meades on about The Fenns, from that part of the World.
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6RmCLhFlzE
    It seems to me, as a taffy, I know more about England than the average Bullingdon Clubber, and they should be totally disgusted and ashamed of themselves, next time they get on a plane at Heathrow, via a posh VIP BA terminal, out to elsewhere, out of thought, and out of mind-like. They need, umm, attitude adjusting. Thought of shotgun a bit then, but better not, keep my shot for the rabbits and ducks and my Sunday roast.

  • Michele

    I’m not sure there can be an area of life that there is no doubt about.  You (one) can never be sure that the right choice for now will still be the right choice after the varied whatifs have happened …

    There are people that with no direct experience feel sure they know what should have been done instead of what was and as we can see here there are people that would prefer Iraq was still under Saddam and Chemical Ali, enduring crippling sanctions that only affected the poor (the rich were serviced by busters) and still prone to being involved and exploited in all the enduring mid-East problems. 

    That lack of doubt is itself pretty ugly.

  • Ehtch

    What with London’s gas energy needs, they should think about having a “commie” Mayor, especially with the mega-bucks immigrant old CSSR laterly new residents…..

  • Dave Simons

    I’m always full of self-doubt but I doubt if it does me any good!

  • Ehtch

    Brilliant vid on British motor industry, when certain type of a government was full of wall-to-wall doubt, where frankly they destroyed because it was full of Labour supporters, paying union subs, weekly,
    http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-17693856
    Nose-face comes to mind. Nice to see there are still reds in the beeb…
    My favorite pics of a mini, taken for a sales manual on the North Somerset coast in about 1960, if I can find it….
    Here it is, pdf (thanks to Mark from Yorkshire),
    http://mk1-performance-conversions.co.uk/pdf/Incredible%20Seven.pdf

  • Ehtch

    More media, looked at The Voice UK last night on the beeb, for about twenty minutes or so, and Sir Tom is a hell of a boyo, he’s the man there, could sing his way out of any corner, even with his wife….
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmSim1CncLI

  • Anonymous

    Your own example as a self-doubter is an interesting one, and borne out by the first volume of your diaries, which I happen just to have read.  I like their honesty.  

    But your mentioning Tony Blair in this context tells me self-doubters can still have absurd egos, and that their doubts may only serve to make them feel better about doing awful things.  You described him as a conviction politician, but  ‘sincere and sincerely dangerous’ is how someone else famously described him.  And, I would now add, filthy rich.  

  • Michele

    Nice comments about the programme in the first 5mins of this link from iPlayer:

    http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/console/b01g4ksm

  • @07be963fa9baa9ed2a2a499f178661dc:disqus  just to correct you on one point about the rugby match, Cardiff is not the capital of east Wales. It is the Capital of Wales. On a different level from anywhere else.

  • Janiete

    I think you’re right there Dave. As I was raised in the RC faith I know how damaging excessive doubt or self-criticism can do. Nowadays, if things get a bit heavy, I prefer Johnny Mercer’s take:

    You’ve got to accentuate the positiveEliminate the negativeAnd latch on to the affirmativeDon’t mess with Mister In-Between

  • Ehtch

    I wasn’t taken it literally, just emotively, in rugger sport terms, in trying to get the regional tribal element into it.

  • Thanks Alistair for sharing your personal experiences with us. Every time i read your articles, i learn something new and helpful. I always ran out of many situations by self-doubt but till now i will face them with self confidence and your good inspirations.