I got treated for a 20 year chronic depression (I'm 31 - In my time I've had the rope in my hand, the knife in my hand, the gasoline and match - always been too much of a fakkit to do it , I guess) with fluoxetine, started out good.
Within about 8 weeks I was dreaming that I was being run over by cars, dreaming about cutting my wrists, waking up at my front door convinced people were going to kill me, dreaming about dying in gas chambers, dreaming about shooting myself in the head. All sorts of stuff.
The suicidal ideation that comes with chronic depression, I guess it manifested itself in my subconscious - having been pushed aside from my conscious state. I reached a point where I legitimately couldn't decipher dreams and reality. Albeit briefly; I had the presence of mind to switch it up. Thankfully.
Anyway, the med in question pushed my anxiety score way up, so I went on sertraline because aside from the quasi-psychosis (which I could sort of manage) I couldn't even send a text message without going into a panic about the reply.
Medication is stigmatized, and in some cases rightfully so. But if you find a good treatment, I'd suggest the side-effects (where manageable) of a decent med are far more desirable than the side effects of depression and anxiety.
I coped for many more years than I had to, with a fairly common problem (especially amongst men). The bump in the road wasn't the worst thing that could have happened, and things are tracking well, now.