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You wake up with nightmares.
Sometimes you couldn't even sleep.
Loud noises would scare you.
It was just the thoughts were running rampant.
And it got the best of me at times.
A thunderstorm would be the worst.
Mortars coming down, it was just-- the lightning.
You would think that there were the explosions.
A lot of the other stuff, the discontent, the feeling of
worthlessness and all, that started happening over time.
There were times where you're just driving down the road,
and all of a sudden you see something, the broken up patch
of road, and then it does send you back.
It puts you right back in the Humvee and everything else.
My family would tell me constantly that I needed help.
I spent several times in the hospital with suicidal
attempts, and stuff like that.
And then it just took one day for me to say, you know what,
I need the help, and I'm tired of living like this.
I went to the VA, and I said, I want help, and I want help
in any avenue I can get it.