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"I cried – and in those tears, I found myself."
Molly tells her story – radically honest, unflinchingly clear, and poetically profound. Without a last name, without a mask. Just her – a voice reaching from darkness into light.
Between Vorarlberg and Vienna, between abuse, drugs, destructive love, madness, psychiatric hospitals, and spiritual awakening unfolds a life that does not gloss over – but bears witness. Molly speaks of taboos, of pain, of the things many would rather keep silent. And it is precisely in this that her strength lies.
She invites the readers into ecstatic nights in Viennese apartments, into a swinger club in the ninth di
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Gelince Haber Ver"I cried – and in those tears, I found myself."
Molly tells her story – radically honest, unflinchingly clear, and poetically profound. Without a last name, without a mask. Just her – a voice reaching from darkness into light.
Between Vorarlberg and Vienna, between abuse, drugs, destructive love, madness, psychiatric hospitals, and spiritual awakening unfolds a life that does not gloss over – but bears witness. Molly speaks of taboos, of pain, of the things many would rather keep silent. And it is precisely in this that her strength lies.
She invites the readers into ecstatic nights in Viennese apartments, into a swinger club in the ninth district, into moments of complete self-abandonment – and into the long journey back. Between Alles für die Liebe and the 12th of June, between police raids and prayers, between cocaine and the Quran, she slowly finds her way back into her body. And into her heart.
This autobiographical novel is not a book of pity – but a book of courage. A journey through the abyss – and toward the self. A chronicle of survival. A heroine’s journey of a woman who stopped being ashamed – and began to speak.
For all who have fallen.
For all who rise again.
For all who want to find themselves – maybe for the first time.
Molly
Anonymous author of a true story.
