@Mypreciousdaughter another detail you seem intuitively realizing is that there’s a bit of a mourning process that you and your daughter would go through for her old self to hopefully rebuild anew. The anasognosia will make it harder for her, and you seem further along in the process— likely again because your brain isn’t impaired. This doesn’t mean she’s incapable of moving on, or you won’t get stuck too.
It often pains me to see people stuck because they can’t find their way out of the maze. To me the symptoms of SZ were part of a process that led me to recovery. Part of the problem in my opinion is how people look at things. For example I “heard” or misperceived or intuited the voices of FBI agents presumably in the apartment building next door and I tried to communicate and reason with them in various ways to convince them to go away. My relationship with them changed over time from thinking of them as oppressors to calling them “friends”. I even made an acronym for them— “Friends Being Interested”. I got to a point where I didn’t need them anymore, my delusional world became smaller because my real world became bigger. And it took a change in how I thought about them (and myself) to achieve this change in frame of mind.
Maybe I have an intuitive tendency to think this way. When I returned to my parents house as my SZ and delusional systems manifested, it was summer and I helped my mother build a pond in the backyard. When finished, she filled it with goldfish. Fall came around and the goldfish got bigger and the leaves fell and kept getting into the pond. My mother took some extra window screens and covered the pond to try and keep the leaves out. A day or so later, the goldfish all died. They were poisoned by the metal in the screens, and my mother was despondent. She said building the pond was supposed to be a healing process. I thought about it a moment and said death is a healing process. This apparently was the right thing to say at the moment, but was also very true.
She restocked the pond and we took the goldfish inside for the winter and they spawned. Later they were hardy enough to last the winter. My sister gave her a cat and we jokingly called it our cat feeder. And so on. My point is how you and your daughter think about her problems or illness or whatever you want to call it is as important or more important than the illness itself.