Hi swetha
I so feel your pain. I think you are doing an excelent job at being patient. I used to get upset because when people hear anything about mental illness they think u r nuts and that it's very irritating. If we liked to feel the way we feel, why are we trying to get help to get better.
My deppression started because of my separation and just got worse. When I finally thought I was on the right track I started with the mood swings, I wasn'y sleeping. When my dr fixed the sleeping problems, i got better. I took about 3 years and 8 different types of medication.
Also remember that being on medication doesn't have to be permanent. It might just be a little help to cope with the circumstances that are triggering the problem.
Even if U have to take them for life, who cares as long as you are happy.
As for family and friends go don't sweat it, If they really love you, they will be there whenever u are ready, they might be a little upset but they'll get over it and if they are not there it's because they don't really love you, so you don't need them around anyways.
Listen to me given you advise, yesterday was the first day in about 4 months that I got out of the house because I wanted to.
I wasn't sad or depress(the med was working

) I just didn't want to see anyone, my cell phone was off. Now I feel like a million bucks.
As for the side effects just bear with them for a bit, it took me about 3 weeks to accept my last med. In all those 3 weeks I slept almost 24 hrs. I had to set up the alarm to take my kid to school AND TO PICK HER UP. I wouldn't eat or had energy for nothing else than going to the bathroom. I didn't visit my basement for days bc I was too tired.
So don't worry, U r not the only one.
The counselors don't worry about it. I tried 5 diferent girls and guys, on one of them I walked out half way my first sesion, another one pretty much told me I was just a big cry baby! Just imagine how that went. Another one when told about the problems with my husband just said "drop him like a hot potato". See ya!
Until finally one pretty much played 'THE GAME' with me if I was in the mood to rip someone apart he would help me, called him(my husband)names and all that fun stuff, we even called someone a "slut".
After a few sesions I asked him if he normally did that and he said that he does whatever needs to be done for the patient to feel better. In my case I had a lot of anger, pain and he told me that by relating to what I was saying and agreeing with me I felt understood, so I started feeling better until I didn't even wanted to talk about about any more.
Sorry about the long post, I wanted u to know my story so you don't feel lonely in this struggle...
