I'm not saying that depression isn't problematic and that people should suck it up. Far from it. Depressions, and all mental illnesses, need to be talked about and addressed more openly. But using fear-based language isn't a helpful way to get that dialogue going.
We need a new policy from government level down if we are to catch these vulnerable children before they fall. As shocking as these figures are, we haven't got time to re-educate parents into being more honest with themselves.
For anyone that's encountered one, anxiety attacks are terrifying. You genuinely believe you'll never be able to breathe again, that your mind has convinced your body that your time has come, that it's just not capable of continuing.
People think that if you are a psychiatrist it means you push medications on people. Nothing could be further from the truth. Sure some bad apples do. And yes we do prescribe but most of us don't unless we really need to.
A similar act probably carried out every few seconds by teems of mothers all over the world. In that moment I wanted to be her. Because I knew that she is free from the awful, tormenting thoughts that come with post natal OCD.
Judging by the content on social media, it appears that our ego's seem to believe that whenever we do something, if nobody's around to witness it - then it 'hasn't actually happened'.
It's very difficult to talk about suicide to others without encountering horror and fear. This must be an offshoot from when attempting suicide was considered a criminal offence. Coupled with what we imagine someone must be feeling to want to take their own life.
Society breeds stigma, but by keeping these stories behind closed doors, sometimes so do we. Even if we have the best intentions. We perpetuate it by thinking these normal, more-common-place-than-we-realise, stories of illness such as addiction, have to be secrets. Maybe they don't.
Anxiety has a nasty habit of controlling your life, and I feel education is one of the areas in which people suffer most. For me, at least, university turned out to be something of a cure, albeit of the toughest order, rather than the devil's own work.
Spare a thought also, therefore, for those who don't fall into the stereotypical profile of a skinny young girl who wants to look like a Cosmo cover girl. The elderly, the children, the middle aged and the men who also suffer from conditions that take over a whole life.
I feel like the most despicable person for admitting this, but part of me is dreading having this kid. I'm scared and I'm anxious. The excitement I felt first time round is notably absent. Sometimes I forget I'm pregnant at all, and it feels quite nice.
Whilst a rational mind would say sorry to the friend, and forgive themselves, you have a little voice in your ear that tells you that it's because you're a bad friend, employee, or person, and that 'you don't deserve to be happy, ever!'
It's no secret that the public perception of mental illness is unfortunately still pretty negative. A person who has previously suffered with an episode of mental illness can be seen as 'delicate' or 'unstable', even after they have recovered.
The list of things which can go wrong in a young person's life is a long and ugly one. From a troubled home life featuring violence or emotional abuse, to bullying, health problems or being the caregiver for family members; young people are often carrying more than just the burden of growing up.
In my 20s, I'd tried endless self-help books in an effort to become someone else. I hated that I always felt anxious and lacking confidence. I was determined to rid myself of these defects so that I could finally be happy.
From what I've heard off of older, worldly people, I've found that your twenties is a decade you could potentially afford to piss into a can. They're like SATs (those tests at the end of primary school. Were they even called SATs? Who knows).