01/02/2026
Hey — just reintroducing myself, because there are a lot of new faces around here lately.
⚡️ WHO THE F*CK AM I REALLY?
(If you’re new here, or you’ve been watching quietly—pull up a chair.)
I’m Krys! And I didn’t choose this path because it was easy, cute, or marketable.
I chose it because it chose me—through trauma, through awakening, through a series of gut-wrenching moments that shattered everything I thought I knew and forced me to rebuild from the bones up.
I’m a Trauma-Informed Healing Practitioner. A Plant Medicine Guide. A Yoga Instructor.
But those are just labels that make people comfortable.
The truth?
I’m a mirror. A disruptor. A guide through the shadows.
I help people meet the parts of themselves they’ve spent years avoiding.
I don’t fix people. I don’t “save” anyone.
I walk beside you while you remember who the f*ck you are.
This work isn’t light and fluffy.
It’s sacred. It’s messy. It’s raw.
It’s crying on the mat, screaming into the earth, shaking loose what’s been trapped in your body for years.
It’s finally feeling the s**t you numbed just to survive.
And guess what?
I do this work while also raising a kid.
Running this business completely solo.
Holding space. Teaching classes. Paying bills.
And holding myself together on days I don’t even have the energy to eat a full damn meal.
I preach nervous system regulation and still forget to breathe sometimes.
I hold space for rest but rarely let myself slow down.
Why?
Because I’m living my dharma.
This isn’t a job—it’s a soul contract.
And sometimes that means I burn too hot.
Sometimes it means I break down in the dark and pull myself back up before sunrise.
I wouldn’t trade this life for anything.
I guide people through ceremony, pain, and truth.
I make healing real. Not performative. Not pretty.
Just real.
If you’re still reading, maybe something in you is ready.
Ready to come back to your body.
Ready to face what you’ve buried.
Ready to be seen in your wholeness—not just the parts that are palatable.
Down 2 Earth Yoga & Healing isn’t for the faint of heart.
It’s for the wild ones.
The tired ones.
The ones who’ve carried too much for too long.
If you’re ready, I got you.
And if you’re not yet, I’ll still be here when you are.
Let’s get to work!