Today, I cleaned Deborah's grave stone

Today, I cleaned Deborah's grave stone. I think the verse on her stone was speaking more to me than it was reflecting her. Rev 2;10 
Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give to thee the crown of life. Darby translation

It was spring cleaning at the cemetery. The reefs are all thrown together in various heaps across the grass. Only the birds showed life, and had a song in their throats.  Deborah is already in Heaven, but I still have to be faithful, and ever clinging to the Lord, before I get my victor's crown.
Sometimes, I feel that no amount of awareness of mental health issues will put a dent in the humongous threat of suicide lingering in the minds of our loved ones. Young and old, the thought may be churning in their heads, to find an escape from this often overwhelming life. I know for a fact that no amount of jogging for cancer or fundraising will ever find a cure. Simply, the drug companies want us sick, so no cure will come our way. We can organize bike rides, running marathons, and you name it.. the cure will never happen. My friend who has breast cancer has to wait at least a month to have her first radiation treatment scheduled, here in British Columbia, because there is such a back log of patients. I feel so sad for her. 
With mental health awareness, I wonder who in their daily walk, sits down with their friends, and family and touches on this topic, unless one is already fully immersed in a prognosis. By then, I'm afraid it could be too late. Mental illness must be caught early, very early. Do we have more 'experts' to deal with it now than 3 years ago, since I started blogging? I don't think so. Instead we see more opioid drug deaths than ever. 
Who sits down with their loved ones and seriously discusses these bouts of depression, anxiety and bi-polar, drug addictions? Who can afford to take their child, parent or loved one to a rehab???? I am very discouraged. What can be done that is more tangible???