Sometimes i wonder if it's sort of like climate-adjustment- if you grow up in Antarctica, and move to a temperate zone, the winters don't faze you at all, and summers might be harder to cope with. After some time, you are able to enjoy summer, but winter starts feeling cold to you- just another way of saying it could be a good sign, the armor's not so thick anymore... but i know sometimes it's easy to wish it was foot-thick steel plate.
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
-William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act IV, Sc. III