The pills were prescribed to help her sleep, and when she took them, she slept deeply for many hours.
But the sleep they gave was filled with vivid dreams. Dreams that brought fears and desires to life.
The dreams put an image to the worries in her soul. The images gave her something to fixate on.
She slept more, but never felt rested. She couldn't hide from the emotions in her dreams.
She stopped taking the sleeping pills.
It seemed better to be up half the night thinking mundane thoughts, than to spend each day in turmoil as she attempted to sort out what the dreams meant.