Two of them actually. The first was coming to terms with being autistic. I’ve known since I was very young but it was always drilled into my head that it was something to be ashamed of so I developed severe internalized ableism. But over time spending my days with other autistic people I slowly let go of that resentment. Today I can finally say I’m proud of being autistic and I’m even comfortable enough to joke about it
The other is finding out I have dissociative identity disorder. I spent all my teenage years knowing something was wrong. With my identity, my memory, all that stuff. I could just never figure it out for awhile. But eventually I decided to look into DID more and more and eventually saw a professional about it. Once I confirmed I actually had it, so many puzzle pieces clicked into place. So much easier to cope with things when you know what the hell’s going on