I've been on ADs since I was 16 and diagnosed as being bipolar (there were no numbers, back then). I'm now 40. I remember how awful I felt growing up - and the look of startlement on the consultant who diagnosed me's face when he asked how long I'd felt like that, and I said "ever since I can remember". I had a plan for how I was going to kill myself when I was barely 3 years old. My self esteem was so low that I was sexually abused at 7 and didn't tell anyone, and raped at 10, and again... didn't tell anyone. The ADs (and I've been on many, many different ones) help. They really do.
My daughter (20) was diagnosed as having bipolar2 and NPD in January. She refuses to accept that there's anything wrong with her, won't take her meds (she's been off them since the middle of May, at least) and is currently in an awful lot of trouble with the police because of it. She doesn't understand that it's not her fault, that she was born with a chemical imbalance inside her brain, and that the meds will help her level out and be able to live a "normal" (whatever that is) life. Until she does understand that, and takes the ADs, her life... is probably going to be extremely unhappy. As are those of the people around her.
Having depression isn't something to be ashamed of, OP. I've always been very open about my brain not working the same way as most of my friends/family (although my father was also diagnosed as being bipolar about 10 years ago, again won't always take his meds... and it's glaringly obvious when he's not, and in hindsight my grandmother probably had some form of depression also, so it's probably genetic in our situation!). Don't let anyone tell you that it is. If my daughter would realise that she has no choice but to accept that this horrible illness is not going to be miraculously cured, and would take her medication, she'd be able to have a relationship with her younger brother and myself.
ADs are not the evil they're often portrayed as being. You may not have been on the right ones - as I said, there are so many different ADs, it's horrible and frightening, but you do need to find the right one for you. I don't particularly like being on them, but I'll tell you this - I don't ever want to go back to how I felt for the first 16 years of my life ever again. I remember feeling like no one was actually real, including myself, and was horribly reckless with my own life/safety... at the age of 3 to 4. Certainly before I started school. I tried to kill myself when I was 10, and have permanent damage as a result of that. I tried again when I was 14, and 16 - which is probably why I had the early diagnosis. Within a few months of taking the ADs, I started to actually enjoy being alive. It takes time, is what I think I'm trying to say to you, OP, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. Those who matter won't mind, and those who do mind, don't matter.
But you, OP... you do matter.