Depression and anxiety brought my daughter home from college the second semester of her freshman year. That was 3 years ago. In the best of times, it is a roller coaster. She moved out and got a job and a pandemic killed her job and brought her back home, and back to too many hours in her bed. Healing is not a straight line, and new traumas exacerbate the old ones. If I've learned anything, it's that I should have said 'fuck it' long before I did. Trust your instinct, let her hold as tightly as she needs to. All things grow with time. She'll get to the place that's right for her.