TY for the hugs!

No, I don't think that's it.

I think literally, it's the fact that I was thanking God and the universe for my happiness (outloud & in prayer), and then these things happened -- the voices returning and the broken toe. Perhaps it's sheer irony that it happened in that way and sheer coincidence -- but as it is, now we cannot do the things we love to do -- see music and dance. He has to sit now for the next six weeks whenever we go out. It's not fun for him. And my voices are a nightmare for me. And also, it's been like this most my life... that things go wrong the moment everything feels and is great in my life. That's why I feel like it's more than just a coincidence, you know?