In the classic by Tolkien, The Hobbit, the dwarfs are expelled from Erebor as a consequence of a sickness of the mind in their king.
It comes to fore as an adventure.
A nasty, disturbing uncomfortable thing.
But yet, that is how most sicknesses of the mind come to our attention.
It’s rarely pleasant.
It’s often uncomfortable.
Such things are necessary for us to grow into what we are designed to be. We are meant to be free from sicknesses of the mind. Unplagued by our inadequacies and our fears.
“Nasty, disturbing uncomfortable things” sometimes offer us the most amazing opportunities in our lives.
Of course we could just hide. That’s safe – to stay unconfronted, in our hole, and well stocked with predictable things.
But then – perhaps it’s just a sickness of the mind that keeps us there too?