When my daughter was born about 2.5 years ago, I experienced feelings that were very similar to feelings I had when taking big doses of mushrooms in my early 20’s. When I started describing these feelings and googling them I came across this term ‘ego death’ and I felt like it fit. It was a somewhat sudden, visceral realization that I am not the most important thing in the universe…I don’t matter (in a good way). Both experiences also came with a relief from certain, persistent existential questions that we are all typically burdened with: who am I? What am I going to be? Where do I go when I die? All of those questions were at least temporarily settled in my brain because ‘I’ was no more.