Patrick was being consumed by nightmares. At night his dreams took him back to Fallujah, where he had served in the U.S. Army as a convoy commander. He sweated profusely and thrashed around in his sleep, sometimes violently.
The nightmares were so vivid and so terrible that he feared closing his eyes. The only way he could get to sleep was with vodka and pills, he says.
Patrick’s life began to unwind. His marriage fell apart. “[I] pretty much lost everything,” he says, fighting back tears. “My house, everything, my job, everything went.” More here.
A heartwarming outcome from an awful situation.