Desiree Nicole Lester

Good Medicine lives at the corner of a park I grew up visiting regularly when I needed a good place to think alone. Before it arrived I would visit this little spot on the corner in real life and also in my adult dream life. Returning to Maine after 14 years, one day I found myself in need of urgent care, due to a long stretch of relying on my own self-medicating strategies. That day I found myself in tears after a visit with a new doctor, so I walked down to Bracket street after my appointment and found myself staring at Good Medicine. I immediately felt a connection and hoped there would be room for me.

Here you will find a small window seat into my healing journey in a soundcloud I created to normalize sharing trauma. During the height of my COVID sadness, I was called to Dahab, South Sinai, Egypt for healing.  Once there I was divinely guided to healers and artists that helped me find my voice. Big thank you to Dj Amen Ra, Cherief Cotta and Karim Tobgy who shared their expertise and musical talents to help me get comfortable asking for help and remaining open to receive despite past failures, rejection or shame around not having what I need.

My medicine is my story.