"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
LeighAnn is a mid-South mom of four grown children, praying for her survival and theirs. She transplanted to sunny Southern California a few years ago and home is her favorite place to be. An ambivert, she's obsessed with crushed ice, Santa Claus and funny people. To read more stories about parenting, marriage, and real life- follow LeighAnn on Medium.
"I’d never received a suicide text before. I had to read it multiple times before I understood all the words. In the message, he apologized for being a bad leader and then told me how to help the church survive."
