Camping Carter
If you read my introduction post, you found out I’m a schizophrenic. I like to share my schizophrenia moments because it’s not something for me to be ashamed of. This weekend my son and I were camping in a cabin right by Lake Madison. Tate was with my sister and her kids at my aunt’s place. I was alone at the cabin and decided to try and take a nap while I was alone and before all my family came to sit by the campfire.
So, I was laying down in the cabin with the door open to let the breeze come in. It was peaceful with the waves rolling in and the rustling of the leaves. I was just about to fall asleep when I head light little footsteps on the linoleum floor. I opened my eyes to find one of my Hallucinations or Schizos is what I call them. His name is Carter, and he is seven years old. He had red hair and freckles and is really smart. Anyways, Carter was standing in front of me dripping wet. I sat up in bed and swung my legs over the side. I told him to “get outside you’re getting my floor all wet”. Carter proceeded to just stand there shivering. Then he goes “I’m freezing that lake is cold.” I threw Tate’s soccer blanket at him and told him to wrap up and dry off outside. Then laid back down to roll over. When I woke up again Carter was gone, and Tate’s blanket was on the floor by where he was standing. It was one of the many encounters I had with Carter, but it was a funny one. I just laughed at myself and placed Tate’s blanket back in his bed before going outside to sit on the deck.