Write about a habit or addiction that you’ve been struggling with for years.
Your move, writer.
There's the comic route: the decades-long war with a snooze button, or the way you've sworn off checking your phone before bed roughly four thousand times now. Playing the losing streak for laughs, with a habit so small and human that everyone reading will wince and grin at once.
Then there's the tender route: the habit as inheritance, something picked up from a parent or grief or loneliness, traced back to where it started and followed forward to what it's cost, with room for a small, hard-won grace at the end rather than a clean fix.
Or go sideways: personify the habit itself, give it a voice, a knock at the door, an old friend who never leaves and never quite overstays either.
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