In the 14th century, an unusual depression manifested itself primarily in people of aristocracy and genius. Those afflicted, including Charles VI of France, believed all or parts of their body were made of glass. (Yes, I write fiction but I’m not making this up!)

Psychologists today suggest this was indicative of feeling fragile and vulnerable. The glass delusion phenomenon had almost disappeared by the end of the 19th century.

Really?

Imagine, if you will, attempting interaction with a person who does not allow you to draw near for fear you will shatter them.
Imagine being so certain you will be broken that you wrap yourself in the thick cloth of indifference for protection.
Imagine believing the slightest touch would turn you into nothing more than a dust bunny.

Are you made of glass? No?

Do you distance yourself from a child or grandchild fearing the risk of loving them unconditionally?
Do you withdraw from a teenager who persists in chancy choices?
Do you emotionally recoil from an adult child/friend/family member who has repeatedly disappointed you?

Sigh. I have. At times, crawling under the bed and munching my way through an industrial size bag of M&Ms has seemed the safest action for self-preservation.

Side note: Top on my list of heroes are foster parents who willingly open their hearts and arms knowing the relationship may not be reciprocated. Still, they risk.

Back on track: We are all vulnerable beings, some of us willing to risk more than others. Allowing others to be close to us 100% guarantees emotional “dings and dents” that we may fear will shatter us.
So, what are our options?

A.Living in bubble-wrapped seclusion..
B.Existing on candy under the bed.
C.Dulling the risk with addictions.
D.Trusting that God will hold us together.

By the way, “D” is the best answer.