This was relatable to me as well! Growing up I was angry that my parents didn’t choose to spell my name as “Brin”. Surely, then, I wouldn’t have dreaded the first day of school as each new teacher called out “Brian”, expecting a boy, only to be surprised to see me. I love my name now, but have given up on people spelling it or pronouncing it correctly. Brian, Bran, Bree, close enough!