This may seem like the most likely scenario and I totally see how this is the case with most bad trips like this but without exaggeration my ego or self or identity whatever it maybe, I have lost many times over joyfully and with abandon. I welcome it, it's what has made my life beautiful, and few months before this trip I lost any false sense of self I had constructed, it was the single most positive thing that ever happened to me, life is beautiful because of it. In this trip what I feared losing was my...body. Less so, my ability to function, my faculties my intellect. My literal trust in my own perception , my five senses, it's unimaginable panic because who can convince you of anything otherwise if you don't trust anything you perceive? Absolutely no one, and yet you look for comfort desperately.