Daughter with agoraphobia

A very bad beginning to the weekend, which started out so hopefully.  My daughter, who is turning 21 in a few weeks, has been diagnosed with agoraphobia.  Three years ago she started college, which turned out to be disasterous becuase of the combination of living in a dorm with three binge drinkers and her anxiety disorder.  She had to transfer to a local college and commute, which she's done for the last two years, and live at home.  But the local college doesn't have the curriculum she needs for her degree.  

As she was feeling more stable and brought her grades up she applied to and got accepted at a college four hours away with a really good anthropology department, and for an added bonus one of her best friends goes there as well, so we knew she wouldn't be alone.  She's been looking forward to this for six months, went out, bought all the stuff she would need, was accepted for a "medical single" with the help of her psychiatrist so she wouldn't have to have a roommate, and full of enthusiasm and optimism we took her up there yesterday.  

Everything went superbly smoothly.  She got ensconced in her room, made it clear that she wanted us to go so that she could get started, and we left.   Two hours later, as we came out of the mountains where there was no cell phone coverage, the phone rang and she was begging us to come back, that she couldn't do it, she wasn't ready, almost incoherent.  After trying to talk her down and alleviate her fears, all the while she was becoming more and more panicky, we decided to turn around and go back.  

When we arrived back, she was hiding in her car, had run out of the dorm without shoes, and was just short of catatonic.  I had an RA help me retrieve her medications from her room, left everything there, including her car, and we brought her home.  

Today, being Saturday, we've spent all day trying to get someone for her to talk to.  The closest we could get was the emergency room where, knowing it was a mental health issue, they were insisting that she disrobe and get into a gown just to talk to someone, which, considering her anxiety, was not going to happen.   She refused flatly to take off her clothes, and now we're back home.  She's napping, I'm supposed to be working to make up for the time I lost yesterday, and we're waiting for a call back from the local psychiatric hospital's crisis line.  

I'm sorry this is so long.  But I'm just so frustrated.  She admits now that she was in denial, thinking that it would just go away if she gave it enough time, without getting therapy in addition to her psychiatric meds.  She's had bad experiences with therapists in the past and didn't want to try breaking in yet another one only to find out it was not working.  

I want her to be able to stay in school, SHE wants to be able to stay.  This blind-sided her.  She was so sure she was going to be fine.  But maybe we just didn't know the questions to ask.  She is so well put together in all other aspects of her life, but this is getting more and more crippling.   I'm just so afraid it will turn her into one of those people who live just to go to the outpatient mental health program, eat, and sleep.  There's so much more potential in her. 

Thanks for letting me vent.  I so hope that this will be just another bump in the road!