I also in general learned about myself, after full-on ugly sobbing over meeting the Rey cast member at Galaxy's Edge at Disneyland in front my family, my friends, the Blue Milk vendor, and Chewbacca, that she's actually an incredibly important character to me, particularly as a massive Star Wars fan who transitioned mid-sequel trilogy, which perhaps explains my tendency to be so protective of VII-IX, warts and all.
I've since learned to let people love what they love and hate what they hate, which has done wonders for my mental health and my sense of membership within the fandom.