I have to say some of this thread puts me in mind of that Monty Python sketch - "t'is but a flesh wound".
There is definitely a conversation to be had about the state of mental health, but approaching it as an economic issue says everything about what is wrong with modern life. It's such a complex big picture issue.
My own experience has been that struggling with bereavement (just as one examplel) and significant negative knock on effects, has been met with a range of suggestions and opinions, and alot of that has been people backing away and suggesting medication, therapy and that my reaction points to there being "something wrong with me" beyond the difficulty of adjusting to my entire life and future being turned upside down. Which has lead me to lose alot of confidence in myself and in the world around me.
I got six - graciously extended to eight - weeks of "Steps to Well-being" for an hour, on the phone, with a young sounding girl who basically was only able to listen and say "Gosh, that is alot". At the end she asked if it had helped, and I had to say that truthfully all it meant was I offloaded to a stranger instead of burdening friends or family, because this latest thing was on top of multiple other stressful situations and trying to unpick that for an hour over 8 weeks was a bit futile. No therapeutic solutions or strategies were suggested beyond the basics I was doing anyway.
I'm definitely "not right" but I don't know if my entire life of clusterfucks is my own fault, undiagnosed ADHD, normal reaction to abnormal events or mind control by aliens, or how to address it at my age. I just want to live normally but my normal was brutally denied to me three tears ago and toughing it out has left me isolated, jobless and penniless.
And I'm a mild case, and I see people struggling with so much more, and the attitudes displayed by some regarding anyone who admits that actually no, they need time out or bust, or have severe conditions, makes me wish I could just dissappear because it amplifies my feelings of shame, fear, embarrassment and uselessness.
I'm lucky I have experienced good times, and really feel for younger people who haven't, but then feeling as though I'm too old to start again, and fearing building something new for myself only to lose it yet again overwhelms me.
I present with dark humour, unhealthy coping mechanisms and surviving out of spite and I try to count my blessings but it feels so hollow when rationally or not I feel written off and rejected by society at large.
So I'll fight for the under dog and try to see the bigger picture. It might be futile, but it keeps me from completely disappearing up my own void. And I know not everyone had that luxury.
So solidarity with those struggling - I hope we can all hang in there somehow.