The Walking Dead.
I hated this show to begin with, not a fan of horror in general, but my kid had snuck a season on our Netflix account at a sleepover a few years back, and my watching it saved him getting in trouble for it with my now ex then husband. ((Because of course, my then husband would quiz me to prove if I really had watched it.))
Was in a mood to punish myself last week... And watched it again. Ended up marathoning 5 seasons. :) There's probably something deeply wrong with me that the show makes me feel normal, but I'll take any kind of okay feeling I can grab right now, and am durn grateful for it.