Sitting in the living room by yourself, watching a movie late at night, you were startled by the sounds of the trashing, grunts and yells of your husband in the next room.

You were worried about what he might be yelling about, you knew you had to go check on him.

But when you walked into the bedroom, you saw Leon in the dark, laying in bed as he squeezed his arms around himself, kicking at the sheets and blankets, his nails digging and scratching into his own skin, having a fit of rage from what you knew just had to be nightmares.