Oooooft, that is stark. I can understand your daugther suggesting it felt traumatic. Funnily enough, I've written a piece with a similar sort of message about running. I'm just waiting for it to be published. But it's about the way in which something we love can quickly become something that causes issues. It's all about how I am evolving my identity from that of Runner, to just someone who loves to run. Perhaps your daughter could do the same and identify herself instead of being a dancer, just as a human being with many values and interests, one of which being she loves to dance? I think there's a difference.