Two examples, both people I know/knew.
One danced with a large ballet company in Texas. Retired rather earlier than most due to an injury. Went to work part-time with a newspaper while she went back to college. She's now an English professor at a very good college in upstate New York. And she's a sweet, pretty, fun person to know.
The other...completely the opposite. About a year ago, I had a tenant who had danced with the New York City Ballet and also worked with Patrelle at some point. She was a rich doctor's daughter out of the best private schools, etc. After she retired, she ended up working as a bartender. Barely working, that is. She got fired from job after job for drinking the stock, showing up late, etc.. There were days when my partner would have to knock on her door at four in the afternoon to ask her if she had work that day. She'd get dressed without showering, douse herself with some cheap floral body spray from the drugstore, and rush to work.
During the time I knew her, she was fired from six jobs...at one point, she was fired four times in three weeks. Before she rented from us, she was living with her "boyfriend," a nerdy young man whose rent was paid by rich parents. He threw her out when he found out she was turning tricks (and not using protection).
We didn't know her problems when we rented to her, but we found out fast. We found vodka bottles all over her room. Full, empty, half empty. Dozens of them. In boxes, in the closet, on the window sill outside, under the bed, in the dresser next to a box of used tampons.
She would shut herself up in her rooms, drinking, smoking, and read for up to twenty hours at a time. Go to work in the evening. Hang out at a transexual bar for an hour or two after work, come home around one in the morning, then go back out around three a.m. to see some "boyfriend."
She got sloppy about paying the rent. Lying and saying that all the paychecks had been stolen at work and that she'd had a bad night for tips. All claimed while money was literally falling out of her purse. We later found out that she'd been evicted or ran out on landlords about five times in one year. Each time, she'd leave her father to settle things and collect her belongings.
All the while, she was claiming to be a prudish born-again virgin who hadn't been with anyone sexually since her boyfriend died of cancer. Then, of course, she ran naked into my partner's room and jumped onto him while he was reading in bed.
About two days later, she was $100 short on the rent. She said she was going out to the ATM to get the cash. And never came back. She moved out with just her purse...didn't take so much as a change of underwear.
She spent some time living out of cheap hotel on her tip money, got fired, got picked up by a married lawyer who was willing to keep her, messed up that situation, and...when last I heard...has spent the past six months living on the couch in some friend's basement apartment.
In a way, her story is sad because she was very talented and pretty...but, while I tend to me a very sympathetic person, I can't feel sorry for her because, even when you strip away the drinking and problems, she is a toxic, sullen bitch.