Trexbigler• Show poetry

I play the guitar and sing, and I write my own songs, so the poetry I write, if you want to call it that, is mostly song lyrics.

OK, so, here's a little...maybe more than a little...about myself. My extistence started as a drunken accident (my parents tell me they were planning on having a second child, just not right then. Ha. I'll probably never know if they're telling me the truth about that) - conceived on New Year's Eve, born a bouncing baby boy on October 4th, 1982 and raised in the small town of Sonora, California.

For the last two years I tried living in Sacramento, California, but returned to Sonora about 3 months ago. There's not as much to do in sleepy litte "Snore-a", and five days a week, the whole town closes its doors aroun 5 or 6 pm; but it's my home and I like it here and I'm comfortable here.

For the first 15 years of my life, I was a very quiet, reserved person. I would often deal with high anxiety and was anything but fearless, but nobody could see that in me, because I almost subconsciously compensated for that by always keeping a very calm and cool exterior.

Since I was 15 years old, I have been struggling and struggling with
bipolar disorder. About 140 episodes of depression mixed with high anxiety, about 140 brief periods of feeling like a normal person, 2 manic episodes, three different psychiatrists, three different talk therapists, maybe a hundred tried and failed medications, one crackpot hypnotherapist, one acupuncturist, and nearly 12 years later, just within the last month have I felt like I may have finally found the right psychiatrist and the right combination of the right medications; just enough so, that for the first time in nearly 12 years, I have some hope for my future.

Also, apparently right now I'm a amber angel poet. I have no idea what that means, but that's pretty cool......I guess?