Picture this: A young guy sitting in the corner of a bedroom with his knees to his chest. He's sweating, praying and all alone. The expression on his face is one of utter hopelessness and terror. That was me in 2001 at the height of my anxiety. Luckily, things have changed. Last night I had dinner with my beautiful wife. We had some good food, we laughed, and I wasn't at all bothered by the 100 or so people around us. I couldn't have done this in 2001. The question is why? What made me a nervous wreck? I could give you some bloated