Wow. I never thought that my body would be the thing to bring me to my knees after my very stressful first year of 6th form. I’m 16 and I think I’ve had cholinergic urticaria for around 2-3 years. I didn’t really pay too much attention to it until around January last year. Fortunately, I don’t get the hives, but a day with 15℃ and no breeze (anything above that will trigger the itch regardless of a breeze) will make me itch like I’ve got a hundred needles moving around inside me.
I’ve resolved to staying inside all summer, which is a problem considering I need to do things to be able to write a viable personal statement for university. I was supposed to do a lot to improve and make myself happier this year, but the itch worsened to ridiculous levels about a month or two ago, completely putting a stop to the plans that were supposed to bring me out of an unrelated feeling of chronic sadness (I wouldn’t go so far as to call it depression. I know the symptoms).
What I’m trying to say is that I feel like my life is over before it’s even begun, and I have no idea what to do about it…