How did I get here?

Now that I'm starting to come into the light, so to speak, I'm looking at the debris around me and saying, "Holy Shit."  I don't have much memory of the past year, being medicated and mentally ill can do that to a person.  I also haven't really been myself - so to speak.  Or at least the self that I used to be.

I've made some major decisions in the past year, and in the immortal words of the Talking Heads. "How did I get here?"

I've got a lot of catching up to do.