Why does nobody in Bangladesh talk about mental health openly?

Last year I told my mother I was seeing a therapist. Her response: What will people say? Are you crazy? Just pray more and you will be fine. I am not angry at her. She grew up in a time and place where mental illness meant you were possessed or weak or shameful. She genuinely does not know better. But I am 29 years old and I have been dealing with depression for six years. Six years of pretending everything is fine at family gatherings. Six years of I am just tired when someone asks why I seem distant. Six years of managing this completely alone because the stigma makes asking for help feel more terrifying than the illness itself. There are an estimated 16 million people in Bangladesh with some form of mental health condition. We have fewer than 300 psychiatrists for a population of 170 million. I do not know what the solution looks like. More awareness campaigns? Better training for doctors? Making therapy affordable? All of it, probably. But I think it starts with people like me saying out loud: I have depression, I am getting help, and there is nothing shameful about that. Is anyone else going through this?