#miriam

I’ve still been rethinking my name change decisions now that I am happy as the biological woman I am. I’m wondering if I should have kept my birth name (Megan) and just used Sage as a nickname/fun name instead of legally changing my name or if I should have chosen a different feminine name that I love more (Miriam). I had picked Sage during my nonbinary phase because I had wanted a unisex name to reflect the nonbinary identity I believed I was which I now no longer identify as, which is now causing some dislike of the name Sage due to my poor reasoning for choosing it. So I’m now wondering if I should change my name back to Megan or if I should change my name to a different feminine name? I love the meanings of both names as well, which is also why I’m unsure which name suits me better between them.

I very much missing having a feminine name. I do also think that the meanings of Megan do suit me well since I was a miracle baby/premie & I really miss my childhood nicknames based on Megan (Egger Megger; Megs/Meg). I also really love the nicknames for Miriam (Miri, Mimi, Masha, Mim, Mira, Midge)!

I’m still unsure what to do about my name. Should I change my name back to Megan (my birth name), or change my name to Miriam? 🤔

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Name Meanings:

*Megan - Pearl; great and mighty; something priceless; that which is precious and beautiful; pearl of beauty; child of light; strong; brave warrior; strong and able; little pearl; great and capable; great; confident; little one who shines; tender and resilient; soft and gentle; old soul and great; pink blossom; white blossom; shield.

*Miriam - Beloved; rising water; bitterness; wished-for child; sea of bitterness; rebellious; bitter; myrrh; the beloved one; love; exalted; chosen by G-d; drop of the sea; ruling one; the one who raises up, elevates, brings up; beautiful; strong waters; bitter sea; exalted one; rebellion; star of the sea; sea of sorrow; myrrhs; water; elevation; mistress of the sea; disobedient; to dance before the Lord; queen of the sea; future; west (sea-ward); lady of the sea; songbird; kindliness; infinite blessings.

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My middle name is Leigh, so I’ll include the name options paired with my middle name.

•Megan Leigh

Ways to Say I Love You + As A Goodbye

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Kol is still raging against Elijah and Klaus and Finn— it takes all three of them to pin him down before he can go after Rebekah.

Rebekah is a sobbing mess herself, strands of dark brown hair slipping through her fingers. Hair that belonged to Soren, that came away with her fingers when she dared to card careful fingers through his hair. An attempt at comfort, the only time she's been able to get near him since he became human.

Now, the fingers in his hair are Miriam's. Eyes that watched over him in childhood, that followed his every move in the beginning of the end of the world, are now devoid of emotion and wet and glassy all at once.

They've been like that since Amara — a doppelganger, one that Finn and Sage had been keeping track of before Damon tried to kill someone, Soren can't remember who, nor can he remember what exactly Damon looks like anymore, not since Atlas tore him limb from limb — cut his neck open and lapped at the blood that spilled out.

Ready to cry, with no tears coming out.

Soren's eyesight has gone since becoming human, a fact advertised because they forced them to adorn glasses. He rebelled against it at every given chance, but now, he misses them.

Miriam's silhouette brings him comfort, but he wants to see her face. His bones are fragile now, breaking easily, and his mouth is dry and his hearing is coming and going, and old scars and breaks are coming back to haunt him at the moment, and Kol is screeching, shouting for help. His knees won't work, his legs have given out. Atlas is in a heap on the floor, neck snapped so brutally by Rebekah for killing Stefan that Soren's last act before he collapsed was to throw her halfway across the room, so help is not coming.

Soren cannot get up and help him. He can't move. He is dying, here in the arms of his wife, while his husband and brother aren't able to get to him. Miriam will be stained with his blood by the time she gets up.

Still.

He is selfish. He is dying, and he is allowed, this one time, to be happy she's chosen him over Kol.

There are eight hundred years worth of things he has to tell her, but while he lays dying, and becomes a bag of broken bones and lost thoughts underneath her, there is only one poingant enough. One that he wants her to keep for herself, and pass on all at once.