Sometines an artistic relationship is far more intimate than romantic on. In a sense it is. You are dealing with collaborators who share a passion. Like minds, like hearts. And then you spend intense moments reaching that goal.
It's no stretch to say, when that ends, it's something like a funeral. Both people have lost and have to move on.
As heart crushing as it is...there needs to be growth to move forward...in every endeavor. I'm obviously someone who bristles to change but this traumatic extraction may be the world telling me it's better to move forward with my own art, instead of investing in someone else's. Addiction is addiction in whatever form. I have beat smoking and drinking...this should be no different. Mental toughness.
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