I developed my own method to overcome addiction: replacement therapy.
I went thru years of analysis about what things made me happy in the past. As a child, I like to write to penpals. Sharing was a bit part of my life. As an adult, i was isolated. So, writing to people, making art in a collaborative way, is good for my sanity. For me, I always struggled with identity as an "artist". I felt it was too selfish of an occupation. What makes me so special that I call myself an "artist". I didn't fit into that . What i fit into is a community of like minded people. I need connections, I need to feel that I'm making a difference. That was the missing piece of my life as an addict. As an addict, I did everything selfishly, just to get high. That was my life, getting high, doing crazy stuff to get higher and then, waking up in a pit of my own doom.
I feel better when I do things for other people, but as long as those things are desirable activiites: making art! Writing, perfecting things! As long as I don't have some fucking spineless vampiric boss-man breathing down my neck, I"m happy!