It was January. A new year. Our European travels, Christmas and a family trip were behind us. But my hell was just beginning. As I wrote about in my last post, My Adventures in Anxiety During the Merriest Time of the Year , I had started a pretty heavy-duty drug, that was classified as an antipsychotic, to get through the anxiety I had about our first trip overseas. We ended up having a great time and in January I was ready to go back to just my run of mill anti-depressant. It had served me well and I knew for my regular life it was all I needed. Not really…