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Their Bond Saved His Life; One Man’s Struggle with Depression and His Wife’s Battle to Save Him

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We’re honored to share this story with you in our My Point of View series. This is the story of Jeremy and Bailey Koch. Jeremy suffers with extreme depression and has attempted to commit suicide multiple times. But their faith and bond as husband and wife keeps them going. Now, they share their story to help others suffering in silence.

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Leslie is the founder and owner of Her View From Home.com. She is also a former news anchor, published children’s book author, weekly columnist, and has several published short stories as well. She is married to a very patient man. Together they have three fantastic kids.  When she’s not sharing too much personal information online and in the newspaper – you’ll find Leslie somewhere in Nebraska hanging out with family and friends. There’s also a 75% chance at any given time, you’ll spot her in the aisles at Target.

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