I already have a solution. So why don't I always grab it with both hands?
When I'm unhappy, I fill my own consciousness. That makes me a big proportion of my universe. Which is flattering. Look at me, I'm the hero of the dream! The star of my own show!
It's not about the content. The content—the thing I'm upset about—is actually the form, the clothing for the real content. What's the real content? Inflation of self. That's what it's really about.
Don't be fooled. Your ego gets the benefit, and you suffer the pain.
When you figure that out, letting go of it is a lot simpler.