Call Me Ellen

As I have already talked openly about, my blog is my place to be transparent, stay anonymous, and become courageous.

But I wanted to have a name. So for reasons I won't be disclosing here, I came up with the name Ellen. I jumped in the shower and mulled over the name. (God love her, but this has nothing to do with Ellen Degeneres)

I liked it, and it worked for me. Simple, normal, yet unique. Things I want to be.

But since I didn't want to pick a name without total meaning, I decided to look it up:

"In Anglo-Saxon the meaning of the name Ellen is: Courage." (Source)

I'm not a courageous person. I'm nervous, I'm scared, I'm terrified. I don't think I am beautiful, I don't think I am smart, and I don't think I have anything of value to offer the world. But here the name I picked, unknowingly was telling me that's not true.

You may never know my real name, but that's ok.

Just call me Ellen.