What invades my soul is suprisingly not the injections of love and warmth that I receive daily from this home, this family, these people, like medicine. What invades my soul is helplessness, hopelessness but I do not feel like a victim. I’ve never felt like a victim. In the bottom of my soul, I knew this storm was coming even though their forecasts were so vastly different. This thunderstorm is deserved, the calm before it should have given it away.