Croatia here. They care about you as much as dogs shit on the road.
Let me tell you some anecdotes.
After I got comfortable and intimate with my psychiatrist (was okay female psych in 40es I guess) I started playing with her. So after complaining to her about being suicidal for like 2 years I got very playful with her (yeah, I got antidepressants, they really don't work, besides I joked with her I need anti-suicide pill and she laughed and said it doesn't exist). And once it get very nasty, I told her: Look, I will kill myself. Then she said: really? You will do it today, next day? I need to lock you down if that's case. But I replied: naah, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, maybe next year, maybe never. She was relieved and said: ohhh, okay than! Besides you never know, I might kill myself when I get older too.
Lol wtf? Haha I succeeded to make psychiatrist confess that she isntiimune to that craving? Besides it's really not professional, is it? Win for me hahaha!
They sold me on idea that antidepressants will make me "enjoy things I used too", "engage in social contacts more", "be happier" lol haha bullshit! Nothing happened. I still spend my day, most of it, lying in bed, contemplating suicide.
I was hospitalized over 10 times for suicide attempts. Luckily in Croatia governments has no budget to keep you housed in hospital for too long. So I exited inside month, mobth and half at most. Nothing really revolutionary in treatment. Meds and group talks. Classic.
Another anecdote was even worse. Last year, end of October I hit rock bottom with suicide cravings. I was scammed sn darknet for phenobarbital. I was desperate. I simply wanted to die. No matter the method. So I was alone in house, mother was on trip to uk, returning home. But I just wanted to die. I considered jumping in front of car or truck, almost did. But that would be hardly lethal. I torn ethernet cable to make makeshift rope. Tried to hang myself, but I didn't like suffocation feeling. So I opted for something really gruesome.
I took kitchen knife, started frenzily stabbing my neck, hoping to cut artery and bleed out. It will sound weird, but it really wasn't so painful. Probably because I was in suicide ecstasy. Yeah, huge amount of blood. But... It coagulated and stopped. I was dreaded! I took knife again, very weak and pale and stabbed more. But blood wouldn't drip more. So I gave up and called my mother to call ambulance. I gave her, horrible "Welcome party". The funniest thing is following.
Forensics team came! Really! Whole bloody CSI forensic team! (That might explain my country wasting money on useless stuff) During that time mymom was shocked, but one female police officer said: It's pity he didn't accomplished suicide. Quite sad ha? I ended in ICU, got surgery... But got out off all that madhouse even earlier. In less than one month. I just knew they won't do anything new for 11th time they didn't do already for 10 times. What I did was sent email to healt care ministry about being held in psychiatry against my will. In express time my psych called me for talk and just said: Ahhmmm... Would you like me to relese you? I was delighted to say yes! Thing is she got inspected by health care ministry and they demanded report from her. And other psychs who treated me. Since they didn't want trouble they released me hahaha!
So much about mental health care in Croatia. While I was kid in child psychiatry one orderly was pedophile. Took me to shower and watched me naked, commented on my penis.
But point is: If you allow them to overpower you, you are screwed. But if you bite back, they don't mess with you.
Psychiatry is commedy. Doctors that can't and don't cure. Meds? I won't even comment them. But I'd like to disagree about benzos. For me (ab)using them at least gave me some relief. Until I got completely immune to them. You can read my topic about it. Meds don't affect me. Smthng like that.