When I started my Instagram account of shitty phone pics of the food I was making, I was REAL depressed. I didn’t know it at the time. Or rather, deep down I knew but my brain was very good at staring at everything in the room except the giant depressed elephant WHAT ELEPHANT THERE’S NO ELEPHANT EVERYTHING IS FINE OHMYGOD PLZ SHUT UP. I did normal things every day. Woke up on time, did work, texted friends, made some food. Everything was just fine. Except that every day it felt more and more like I might shatter into a million pieces. And wouldn’t that be nice. To shatter into a…