I believe that now the economy is back on track and the statistics consistently tell a positive story, perhaps it is time to remember that people are people, and to really think about what is holding back those who remain unemployed and what we all can do to help them.
Many of us have done it, "Kate can be a bit bipolar can't she?!" meaning that one day she can be in a good mood, the next she can be in a bad mood or ...
As a Doctor who specialises in the analysis and the motivations of people - outside of work my favourite thing to do is to go to the cinema with my cousin (himself an award winning film maker) and then pouring over every detail of characters, story and plot lines.
When there is such an emphasis on achieving, regular assessments, bigger class sizes at school with lessons led by overworked teachers dealing with classes of children with increased varying educational needs and staff without adequate support or training, these statistics support my experience of children that are stressed and unable to articulate their feelings.
There was a feeling of waking up from a bad dream because suddenly you can clearly hear sound, taste food, smell, see, feel everything as if for the first time. I felt I was who I really am under all the fear, competition and anxiety.
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.
The experience has given me a fleeting glimpse into what life would be like with depression. Even in those few weeks, my life was completely under the control of my lack of emotion and drive. Horrible thoughts would creep into my head, and the idea of social interaction was exhausting. It took over my body and mind as much as my physical illness.
Personally I found the unwillingness to be open about mental illness was one of the greatest barriers to my recovery. I held a belief that people simply wouldn't understand or that there was something wrong with me for feeling how I did that lead me to keeping so much bottled up.
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.
We're often hard to read; our minds are a cacophony but yet the emotions we allow to pour through are stifled and indifferent. I have largely remained silent, feeling that any attempt at explaining something that's an entire grey area would be hopeless.
I've not talked about this for years, so here goes. Here's my Great Taboo. I tried to kill myself when I was 19 or 20 - the event is so shrouded by silence I can't even remember exactly when it happened. I won't go into why I felt so crap about life, but I did. I now know that what I did was a cry for help, that I wanted to be found and thankfully I was.
Chances are that in your lifetime you'll be one of two people - depressed or close to someone who is. For this reason, having a basic understanding of depression is fast becoming a life skill. Here are 14 important insights.
I acknowledge the annoyance that some of you might have with men. But what I do find interesting in all the irritation directed at the male sex is the shrinking space available for men to just be themselves.
For me depression and anxiety happened to other people, my life was all rainbows and fairy cakes. I'd gone to university in September 2009 and was, it seemed, managing. I'd adjusted well, made friends and everything was exciting.
Up until that day when I was admitted to hospital I thought this was all 'normal', I thought this was how life worked. Mental illnesses weren't something that happened to 'normal' people, and they most certainly weren't something to be spoken about.