They say the best work is born out of pain.
The best stories are those that are told by a survivor, someone who has felt every angry brush stroke, someone who has written inspite of the tears smudging their words, someone who has experienced the sharp stabs of pain that heartbreak is wont to leave.
It is easy to feed off the pain. Channel the hurt into something productive. To "make something" of it all. You don't have to deal with it, just harness it.
What do you do when it confronts you? When it hits you and you have no defenses raised? What do you do when you're alone with your pain?
How do you deal with the gut-wrenching, soul-crushing, heart-breaking misery that you feel?
You go to the people who'll make you whole again. The ones who will patiently, piece by piece, put you back together. All the pain in the world isn't enough to deter them. Your pain won't seem trivial, or insignificant. They'll find a way to make it better without diminishing its worth. The ones you can call your own. They'll find you when you grieve what's breaking and they will mend it.
And someday, the pain will subside. Maybe not today.. Just, someday.