A Buddhist friend of mine used to tell me to view feelings as strangers walking through a cafe where you're sitting down with a cup of tea. Just observe them. The strange lady talking to herself. The stressed mom with two small kids. The insecure teen with the black fingernails and too much eyeliner. Just watch them, let them be, let them walk through. And remember they're just strangers walking through a cafe, not friends or relatives you have to give a home to.
And thank you for reminding me of that story. I've been riding a wave of rage for almost a week here, and it's exhausting. For me. It ain't hurtin' the X-hole any.