It is among us and I know all of us are affected by it. The disease is slowly killing us all off, forcing us to live our lives less fully than we could. It seeps into who we are and what we want to be. The result develops into a continuous mess and loss of sense of identity. We are left only with broken identities.
Our identities are fragile. They can break even on a whim. However, when you are fully capable of accepting yourself for what you are and what you are not, you have a better chance of success.
There are no true cures for the disease except death. It is, unfortunately, a terminal illness.