Why I Made This

I didn't always love journaling.

I loved the idea of it. The beautiful notebook. Three pages in, abandoned on a shelf.

What I actually needed was someone asking me the real questions. Not "what are you grateful for." The ones that made me put the pen down and stare at the ceiling for a while.

I've always loved philosophy. The idea that some questions don't have clean answers, that they're worth sitting with, worth talking through. Hand the same question to ten different people and you get ten completely different windows into how someone thinks. I find that endlessly fascinating.

After enough heartbreaks, career pivots, a pandemic, and a few years living in different parts of the world, journaling stopped being a ritual and started being how I figured things out. When everything felt uncertain, writing slowed me down enough to hear myself. When I was about to lose my own thread, it brought me back.

It started with questions I'd send to my closest friends. Big ones. The kind that made people go quiet before they answered. We'd reflect together over voice notes, with plenty of laughs and sometimes tears. And I realized: some things are easier to face when you don't feel like you're doing it alone.

So I started writing them down. Book quotes that stopped me cold. Song lyrics I kept returning to. Questions I kept circling but never answered. Eventually, those notes became this.

No More Bullsh*t isn't here to fix you.
It's here to ask you the questions you've been avoiding.
With structure that gets you somewhere. Space that keeps it yours.

If you leave more honest than you came in, it's done its job.

— Karissa
Creator of No More Bullsh*t