@MrsRAF Well done for seeking help, and for pushing for more help when you needed it. I want you to know that, even though it doesn't feel like it right now, getting help is something to be proud of.
I've been where you are. Over the last winter I was convinced that my family would be better of without me and contemplated suicide, or just walking out of the door. When I eventually summoned up the courage to go to the GP they were phenomenal but, as you found, the waiting time for taking therapy was ridiculous. So I accepted antidepressants in the mean time.
I love them. Love them, love them, love them. I feel again. They don't make me constantly happy, but now things make me smile. I laugh, when something funny happens. I find joy in DD and DH again. I know I'm lucky, but I haven't had any side affects. For the last year, my emotional scale had ranged from zombie to suicidal, but now I feel human again.
I still have tough days and am having to put a lot of work in with my therapist. (I also had to go private - a privilege, I know.) But I'm not sure how much I could have engaged with the therapy, if I hadn't taken the antidepressants first. I never wanted them - but I'm so glad I said yes to taking them.
Good luck.