At the Grocery Store of All Places

Okay so I know how this sounds. I was in the cereal aisle, completely zoned out, stressing about money. And I just — stopped. Like something hit pause on my brain. And in that quiet I heard, not out loud but clear as anything: you are not alone in this. I stood there for probably a full minute. The lady with the cart gave me a look. I didn't care. I cried in my car afterward and then felt genuinely fine. I'm still kind of processing it.