Since anger didn't work last night, Daughter tried sobbing this morning. She called, and she was crying so hard she was having trouble talking. She claimed she was having flashbacks. I told her I was sorry she was having a bad morning, and maybe her counselor could give her some ideas about how to deal with it when she sees her this afternoon. She informed me she was already listening to her music and it wasn't helping. I suggested she try dancing. She didn't like that idea. I told her I had confidence in her ability to work through it and that I love her. Then I told her goodbye.
It's much easier not to get sucked into her drama when she doesn't live with me. Much easier.