Traveling to the Underworld

I feel like I've been on one of those epic journeys to the Underworld and back that we hear about in legends and myths from every single civilization's history. But I feel like I've done it over and over and over again and the constant violation of what's natural and right is wearing away at my humanness. Am I exaggerating? Probably a little bit. Do I feel worn thin? Unarguably. I'm ready for a change of pace--things need to slow down a bit so I finally have the chance to pick up what's left of those pieces. I'm ready for a change of environment--the familiar needs to go away for a bit so I can forget why it was ever important. I'm ready to feel good again, permanently. Not the fake extreme feeling good that unfortunately comes paired with or immediately followed by periods of lower lows. Consistent contentedness, please.