OP- hugs to you. And kudos to your kids who sound fantastic.
You don’t want to hear this- but I’ll give it to you straight- you will ALL sleep better at night with your D within driving distance, at least for Freshman year. Yeah, she hates Florida, I get it. But college is four years- her life (hopefully) is decades and decades and decades of living where she wants, doing what she wants, achieving what she wants.
I will not bore you (or scare you) with the stories of folks I know IRL (not CC’ers, although there are many of those stories as well) who made the frantic flights up, down, across our very big country for a kid in crisis. In many of these cases, the HS therapist had said “Yup” when the question was posed “Can he go so far away” or “Is he ready to live so independently after a mental health crisis”.
Therapists aren’t good at predicting the future-- no medical professional is. But the likelihood that your D will need more support than she thinks she does-- regardless of where she goes to college- is very high. And the closer she is to you; the easier it is for you to “pop in” on a Sunday to take her to brunch, eyeball her, get a feel for what’s really going on.
I had a depressed and suicidal roommate freshman year. She was wonderful- brilliant and kind and talented. But I was 17, from a relatively sheltered upbringing, and the shift (that I recognized in hindsight, not in real time) when she went from unable to get out of bed to active suicidal ideation… well, I was not equipped to handle that. Neither was our 20 year old RA. When I called her parents frantically to tell them “you need to come get her before she hurts herself” they seemed annoyed that I had “waited so long”.
Really? You send your depressed daughter off to college to live with a stranger and I’m supposed to recognize the right time to phone you (with your D moaning “Don’t call my mom” in the background)?
She was at the top of her class in HS, never met an academic challenge she couldn’t meet- but she showed up for college in a recently stable state and her family kinda/sorta hoped for the best.
Your D deserves more than being taken care of by other adolescents if she hits a pothole.
I agree with the others that giving the college conversation time to percolate is the way to go right now- but if it were me (and I realize advice is cheap from a total stranger) I’d be drawing a circle around my house and figuring out which of the driving distance options would meet some (if not all) of your D’s criteria.
If her therapist isn’t sharing- and if your D isn’t sharing- all you know is that she’s performing well academically.
With any luck, your D will have many healthy years ahead of her, and once her resentment simmers down, she’ll enjoy college wherever she ends up. And she’ll apply to Oxford for a doctorate in Classics or to Cambridge for a doctorate in Anthropology, and you’ll have a blast visiting her in the UK when she’s a healthy adult.
Hugs to you. It’s not a race. And don’t assume that your D’s teenage roommate is going to understand the signs of a relapse…