Inner Circle

There’s something I’ve been sitting with lately… something that feels both personal and a little bit like coming home.

Before I was Meghan, I was Mary Jane.

I’ve known that since I was little, and I also knew it was a common name in the Philippines—but I never really felt it. It was just a fact, not something I questioned or explored. Not something I connected to. Until now.

Since I’ve started diving deeper into writing my story, something has shifted. This book has been pulling things out of me I didn’t expect—pieces of identity, history, and truth that have been quietly waiting to be seen. And one of those pieces… is my name.

Interestingly enough, some of my closest friends have naturally started calling me MJ. No prompting. No explanation. It just kind of… happened. And it feels right in a way I didn’t anticipate. For those I’ve shared my birth name with in the past, the response has almost always been the same:“I can’t see you as a Mary Jane.”

And maybe that was true before. But as I continue to reconnect with my culture, my roots, and the deeper layers of who I am… Mary Jane feels different now. It feels more aligned. More honest. Like a frequency I’m finally tuning into instead of avoiding.

I’ve always believed that names carry a vibration. That they hold energy, identity, and story within them.

And lately… I find myself resonating more with Mary Jane. Not as a replacement. Not as something I need to make official. I’m not changing my name back legally.

But energetically?

Internally?

Meghan feels like a version of me that existed.Mary Jane feels like a part of me that’s re-emerging.

And I’m allowing space for both to exist.