DMT doesn't give you the opportunity to think about your life during the trip when you dose high enough (IME). It's an absolute rollercoaster of awe and amazement, full-speed. I could see how mushrooms or ayahuasca could be soul-shatteringly introspective, with DMT it's more like a reality-bending carnival ride. My favorite part is coming down and having the warm and fuzzy sensation of just being hugged by the universe. I say this as a very insecure and anxious person; it's easy for me to dose too high on stuff like pot these days. For some reason my day-to-day worries don't play into the DMT's archetypal trip. It's pretty much the only psych I desire nowadays.