Bouncing on Words

Things that used to be a joy are now laced with fears and insecurities. This is not a broken arm that heals in a prescribed length of time and in a highly predictable fashion. You may think one week is enough time. Or maybe your generosity will allow me two months. But if I still cry, feel apprehension, or have panic attacks or moments of despair five years from now, will this take away my value in your eyes?