I've been fired for being too good at my job. I love my job and that's the problem.

My brother and an uncle have died of alcoholism in the past five years. The problem has resulted in a job change. I'm broke.<br><br>I have always been an extremely productive person, have always worked and have always been good at what I do. I went to school on full ride scholarships, put myself through school, always brought home excellent grades and managed to travel Europe and Co-op throughout school. I read 2 books a week. I'm 29 now and my last 5 years have been spent as a Business Analyst at a large financial institution. I make 80k/yr with excellent benefits, 5 weeks of vacation, gym and phone benefits and a pension plan. It's a great job and I have worked my butt off to get here. <br><br>I was a high achiever in high school. I was a cheerleader and rode horses competitively. I was one of those annoying kids who didn't have to work too hard for A's. I love to learn and I'm a quick learner. The problem is that I'm so good at my job that I'm bored out of my mind. I can do everything in half the time that it takes my colleagues. It takes me 2 months to do what takes my colleagues 4 months to do. I have so much free time at work that I've taken to doing other people's work because I finished my own so quickly. <br><br>So I drink. I drink at lunch. I have a wine after work and by 9pm, I'm wasted. I wake up in the morning, don't feel great and go to work and do it all again. I'm 100lbs overweight and my skin looks terrible. I look and feel like crap. I don't feel like myself anymore.<br><br>I was fired yesterday for being too sloppy at work. My manager had to step in on three projects because I had messed them up. I had a hangover and couldn't focus. I felt like I had 10 flat tires on a car with no spare. Nothing could get me to where I wanted to go. Everything I touched, I messed up. When I realized this, I cried. I realized that I'm really fucking things up. I'm a mess. <br><br>I lost a brother and an uncle to this shit. My brother was my best friend, my buddy, my hero, my idol. I loved him and still do. I never wanted to end up what he was. He was a bad alcoholic. He blacked out. I can't describe to you how painful that was for our family. If you've never experienced the death of a loved one to addiction, consider yourself very lucky. <br><br>So, I have no job and a drinking problem. I love my job and that's the problem. I don't know what to do. I love being a Business Analyst and I want my old job back. I don't want to drink. I don't want to be a drunk. I want to lose some weight and feel good. I love my job and I'm ruining what I love. <br><br>Has anyone experienced this? Do you have any advice? I don't want to be what my brother was but I also don't want to give up my job over this.