Entry No. 53 : Never Again.
“If the numbers we see in domestic violence were applied to terrorism or gang violence, the entire country would be up in arms, and it would be the lead story on the news every night." - Mark Green

Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence and Abuse.
If you need to skip this blog post, I understand.
I packed everything I had into the car and walked out the door with nothing but fear in my chest, freedom in my mind, and a police officer at my back.
Eight years ago, I made the hardest decision of my life.
I didn’t have a plan.
I didn’t know what came next.
All I knew was that staying would kill me, and leaving—no matter how terrifying—was the only way I had a chance.
What followed wasn’t easy. But it was
mine. And I held on tightly to that truth, even when it felt like I was holding broken glass.
Piece by piece, I began to rebuild a life I never thought I’d get to live.
This year, this post cuts deeper than it has in years past because I’m pregnant with our little boy. Being asked at the appointments if I am safe and my son is safe is bittersweet. While yes I am safe and loved and cared for, my heart goes out to those who can not truthfully say the same for them or their babies.
My son would not exist if that younger version of me hadn’t fought like hell to survive.
She was scared. She was isolated. She was ashamed. But she chose herself — and in doing so, she chose him too, long before he was ever conceived.
He will also be raised so your daughters will be safe with him.
He will be raised so no woman fears for their life in his presence.
He will be raised to know that strength is not in dominance, but in compassion.
He will be raised to understand that love never bruises. — not your body, not your voice, not your sense of self.
He is proof that the light at the end of the tunnel was so much brighter than I ever could have imagined.
Here’s the truth:
1 in 4 women and
1 in 7 men in the U.S. have experienced severe physical violence by an intimate partner in their lifetime.
And when survivors finally escape? The battle isn’t over. It just shifts.
We are:
- 3x more likely to be diagnosed with anxiety disorders
- 3x more likely to be diagnosed with depression
- 3x more likely to meet the criteria for PTSD
- 3x more likely wrestle with thoughts of self-harm, shame, and suicide.
Every year, these statistics shake me. Every year, they remind me that even if this story doesn’t belong to you, it does belong to someone you love.
Someone close.
Someone quietly surviving.
I share my story to reach the woman sitting in silence, wondering if she’s overreacting. To reach the man who hasn’t told anyone what goes on when the doors close. I share it to encourage you to believe survivors. To remind you to be the friend who shows up. To say, in no uncertain terms, that I will never be silenced again.
Because abusers? They are masters of blame. They don’t just hurt you — they convince you it’s your fault.
If I hadn’t had that tone...
If I hadn’t worn that...
If I hadn’t walked that way to class...
If I hadn’t smiled when he spoke...
If I hadn’t told him he upset me...
If I hadn’t...
If I hadn’t...
If I hadn’t...
I believed every single one of those lies.
Until I didn’t.
And here’s the most heartbreaking part: he hasn’t stopped. As of September, my abuser has acquired new charges — for further endangering his children.
This isn’t the first time. It won’t be the last.
And let me be very, very clear: none of it is anyone else’s fault but his.
If you are reading this and feel seen — know this:
- You are not crazy
- You are not alone
- And you are not too late to save yourself
Your story doesn’t have to end in silence.
Mine didn’t.
My son has an incredible example of what love looks like in the way that his father treats me.
My son has an incredible example of what being a man is by the way that his father treats others.
My son has an incredible example of strength in the way my husband fights for those he loves.
My son will grow up in a world where, because I chose to break the cycle, he’ll never be confused about what love is supposed to look like.
People ask me what I will share with him, about my life, about what I went through, and about what I overcame.
I will share all of it.
When the time is right, when he's old enough, when he's mature enough, when he asks.
I will tell my son the story of my life, and I will leave nothing out.
He will know just how hard we fought for him to live in a brighter, bigger, kinder world.
Love you more,
Morgan

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Morgan Conner
is the passionate creator and driving force behind The Modest Journal. At 28 years old, she wears many hats as the owner, founder, CEO, and self-described "resident words girl."
For Morgan, words are more than just communication—they are her love language, her means of storytelling, and a source of inspiration for others. Her blog is a testament to her desire to merge her passions into a single creative outlet, aiming to bring joy and provoke thought through her words.
Whether she's impacting, inspiring, or offering a fresh perspective, Morgan hopes her writing resonates deeply with her audience.



