Ever since I saw the brain doctor last week I have felt like there is a hole in me.
The hole sits beneath my heart and above my stomach and is still partially behind my ribcage.
I can feel the pull of the hole; how it's trying to curl me up and suck me in.
Into what, I'm not sure, but I know what I hope it is.
My feet are dragging and I'm afraid of how horrible a guest I'll be when I get to Oregon later this month.