My war

Everyday I wake up from the same unknown nightmare. I never remember the dream, I haven't in a very long time. In fact I can not sleep anymore without the help of medication for the many symptoms of PTSD.
I know they are nightmares because every morning I wake with my heart trying to bust through my chest, sweating as if i just ran a mile in the blistering desert I'm familiar with. This is my story however it is different. I will be trying to tell this story from what I can remember, from my situations, and how it affected me then and now. I'm not writing this book for the money (heck I don't even know how to even begin to write a book) however money would be great and as God as my witness 50% will go toward helping all military veterans dealing with their issues with PTSD as I have dealt with mine. I'm no doctor nor do I pretend to be, this is me and how I function due to all the times the vehicle I was in had been hit by RPG's (rocket propelled grenades) and IED's (improvised explosive device). Taking fire from a hasty ambush set up by insurgents on a dusty street. No two veterans are affected the same way but maybe a look into my head, as scary as that may be, could possibly help someone else and that would make all this time and effort well worth it.