My emotional journey began at five years old when I walked in on my parents having sex... in a position my father would later playfully describe as "the jackhammer. " I have a mentor that verbally abuses me every chance he gets, and no matter how much I try, I can't stop constantly narrating my own life. At that very moment, I feared I had divulged too much. Molly, I'm narcissistic, I'm pessimistic, I'm obsessive, I'm insecure. And I am so afraid of intimacy that every one of my relationships... is a journey of self-sabotage that inevitably ends in a black vacuum of shattered expectations and despair.