When I first read this, my first impression was that she had inherited the disorder that plagues you.Now I have a true understanding of what this poem is reflecting since our chat...stay strong for her....God will see you through it.

Fate...such is life, imaginary or otherwise: a continuous parting of ways, a constant flux of approximation and distanciation, lines of fate intersecting at a point which is no-time, a theoretical crossroads fictitiously “present,” an unstable ice floe forever drifting between was and will be, lean in and beat it to the punch!