They give you pills to make you forget, not to stop the pain. You look to the day when you will rest forever and will wake up and find it's just been a bad dream. Your time is not now, but maybe tomorrow. They won't let you rest until they've used you for all they need. One day like it used to be and you can use yourself.
Tomorrow is no guarantee.
You go to bed fearfully hoping the pain will stop. Not yet, keep fighting the monster. You wake up and look in the mirror. In time, she will be gone forever and will fade into memory. She was you and your vitality died in her.