Confirmation that the voice in my head telling me I'm useless was never all mine - it belongs to people who bullied me. And the kicker: I completed a top-level creative course during the worst period of my life. Turns out the story I tell about myself and the evidence I've actually lived don't match at all.
It's stuff I know but seeing it written in that way puts a different spin on it, enables me to be the witness to it rather than embroiled in it - it's only a story!