I like to think in a hypothetical scenario where I was put in the amazing digital circus my name could still be Bee. Just Bee, not my birthname with Bee as nickname I just go by sometimes.
I mean yeah my name is Bee, but I'm to scared to tell anyone that it is my name. I want so badly to be called Bee. I hate my birthname, it just feels like someone's referring to a completely different person who I'm forced to be. I don't want to be (redacted)! I hate (redacted) so much.
Worse part is, that I have people who would call me Bee with no questions. I COULD be Bee, if I just bucked up and made it known.
It might sound stupid, but I think of Bee as more than just my name changing. I think Bee is like the manifestation of me trying to accept myself. Bee is the part of me who I've been trying so hard to hide. They are vocal about their problems, they don't mask their autism+adhd(or at least they don't try as hard), they have wants and needs, and don't change themselves to be likable.
Meanwhile (redacted) is what everyone wants her to be. She has no needs or wants. She tries always to be happy no matter what is happening. I feel like she's a skin I need to shed. I genuinely despite her.
I'm going to be just Bee one day though. I do feel like I can be Bee more and more outside of just my super close friends. One day I'm going to be brave enough to fully shed (redacted) though. Then I'll let her rest, because she needs a break. All that masking is hard for her. Honestly she's starting to get exhausted from it. So exhausted that she drags Bee down, while suffocating them. I think that's because deep down being Bee is still scary, so she feels the need to bury them again. That's not going to do any good for (redacted) though, they're just going to drown with Bee.
Anyways moral of the story, the world would be awesome is my name was Bee to everyone. We also need to fucking get rid of (redacted). She is my worst enemy. The big bad of my life. /silly