You suddenly begin to panic as everything that you identify with is stripped away from you. The walls that built you begin to crumble and fall. As ‘painter’ fell, followed by ‘sister’ and ‘traveler’- Who am I? What am I? The sheer and utter panic of complete dissociation from the one thing you thought you could never lose, yourself.
I was going to cease to exist.
This panic is perceived as the psychological death because indeed, I was dying.
All I had become was pure awareness.