I have been on SSRIs now for 22 years. I have weaned off twice, but have had to go back to them pretty quickly both times. I think SSRIs do have certain side effects which make them a less than perfect solution, and I wish I didn't have to take them, in a way that I don't feel about my asthma meds and the meds for my blood disorder.
For those who don't understand why so many of us with depression try to come off our meds, I'll try to explain: SSRIs tend, at least for me, to dull the highs as well as the lows, so you don't experience the full emotions of life. I can't cry and haven't in years which, believe or not is really not nice. On top of this, I cannot experience pure joy, lose myself in happiness or laughter. My emotions are dull, it feels like a half-life. This may be better than the no life I would have without my meds, but it is not a particularly fulfilling way to live.
I have tried many SSRIs over the years and my current one is the one which stops me feeling suicidal, but the price is that I don't feel much else either. So, no it isn't because I'm ashamed or embarrassed about my depression that I have tried to come off them, but because I want to experience a full life. But I can't.
Thank you to the pp who suggested exercise, therapy, and diet. In the last 22 years I have explored all of these avenues, but such is my brain chemistry that I need ssris to survive,alongside these lifestyle choices.
It sucks op, you have my sympathy. Being on them for life is what I am resigned to, and it is a lot better than the suicide my grandfather died from or the ECT my grandmother was subjected to, but it's far from perfect and yanbu in being annoyed. It's a shitty hand to be dealt.