Looking back at the earlier days of my life, I am actually very lucky. Not just to have the money for all my therapy, but also to have had the help of people who appeared in crucial points of my life. During the time they were there, I’d always taken them for granted and once they’d left I never noticed the difference. Only now, when my mother and I think back, do I realize that what they have done, no matter how small the action itself, has made an impact on my life. I’d always believed that our experience shapes us into who we are today.

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Beckyland was first created when I was four and a half years old, in my first year of kindergarten. My mum believed it to be my coping mechanism for dealing with the unpleasant things in life as that period was the most stressful period in my four years of life; the creation of Beckyland coincides with my starting of kindergarten, my first time schooling as I never went for nursery or childcare. The “rules” of Beckyland strictly rebelled against the rules of my kindergarten and I seemed to put the exact opposite of whatever I was unhappy with in life into Beckyland, making it perfect and wonderful. I suppose one could call Beckyland an unrealistic daydream, an escape from the stress of life.

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