The whole losing your identity thing kinda reminds me of a quote from prozac nation.
“In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression. Dr. Sterling was right about that. I loved it because I thought it was all I had. I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony.”
Medication is like a crutch. Its there to help you and ease some of the struggle, not make everything brilliant. And they can take some months to work. In the end you have to take responsbility for yourself and to remember to take the medication. but that has to be your choice not anyone elses.