AJ Gabriel

After the Rush, the Reflection

I’m writing this on my phone, still tucked under the sheets, half-dreaming and half-awake. My body…
You were happy here
Verses for the Vivid Hours

Some nights To the Me Who Waited When I Miss You
Extinct Sleep and Sleepless Thoughts

If you could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be? None—for now, I just…
Scent of a Shift:Signorina Ribelle

My Work Fragrance is Signorina Ribelle by Salvatore Ferragamo There are certain scents that don’t just…
The Traditions That Faded, and the Love That Stayed

What I Let Go—and What Found Another Way to Stay Alive To be Filipino is to…
A Love Letter to My Sony Earbuds

WF-C700N Wireless Noise Cancelling Headphones Some things are worth buying twice. There’s a kind of heartbreak…
Why My Stanley Tumbler is My Quiet Workday Hero

Quencher® H2.0 FlowState™ Tumbler | 0.89L Not Sponsored (But Should Be) There are things in a…
Unnoticed, Underrated, Understood

I wasn’t looking for a song tonight. I wasn’t searching for comfort, or meaning, or anything…
Following the Signs: A Love Letter to The Alchemist

There are books you pick up and forget.And then there are books that pick you up—and…
Beautiful Inside Out, Bea

Dear Bea, As I sit here in the UK, thousands of miles away from home, your…
Bold, Blunt & Bright Yellow: A Book That Slapped My Soul Awake

It takes a certain kind of audacity to walk into someone’s mental space wearing highlighter yellow,…
Two Tickets, Two Homes: If I Could Fly Anywhere

If I won two plane tickets—just two—I wouldn’t spend hours debating where to go. I already…
Cups, Cobblestones & Coventry Skies

There are some places that don’t scream for attention. They don’t parade in postcards or fight…
Laid Low in Lovely Llandudno

There are places that pull at your soul quietly, not with grandeur or thrill, but with…
Grasmere Whispers and Still Waters

There are places that don’t announce themselves loudly but rather hum in the background of your…
Always, Aberystwyth: My Place of Return

Some places are not just places. They are pauses. They are mirrors. They are quiet witnesses…
Postcards from the Quiet Coast: A Caravan Soul Retreat in Cornwall

It was June 2022 when we left behind the noise. Tired laughter, loaded schedules, and a…
When the Words Found Me Again

Today is my rest day. The kind of day that doesn’t rush you out of bed…
Each name lives in a different room of my life.

I’ve always believed that the names we carry are more than just words spoken out loud—they…
We Don’t Treat Sin. We Treat Symptoms.

The corridors were quieter tonight. Not empty, not still—this is a hospital, after all—but quieter in…
When Fear Knocks, Choose Life Anyway

It was just a regular morning. The kind where everything feels routine—sips of coffee between tasks,…
The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas

A story about betrayal, transformation, and the long, winding path to peace. I’ve read many books…
there is no one-size-fits-all to health.

It took me years to realize that “health” isn’t just the absence of sickness, and “well-being”…
How to Document Like a Pro: Nurse Notes That Protect and Speak for You

“Because long after the patient leaves, your words remain.” Nursing documentation is more than a legal…