A name feels like you only because people repeated it until sound became identity.

Your name is a sound that has been directed at you so many times that it now feels like a description of your inner self. It is not. It was chosen by someone before they knew you, and it became yours purely through repetition, which is a curious thing to sit at the centre of an identity.

That is oddly freeing. If something as central as your name is an arrangement rather than an essence, other things you take as fixed may be arrangements too. Your role, your reputation, your sense of the kind of person you are. Worth testing which of them are really you.