More than what it seems, yes it’s gross I still have a vomit stain on my bedroom floor. There is so much more to the story though. My daughter threw up here. My daughter struggled for peace here. My daughter wanted to die here. She took a bottle of pills here. She had just gotten out of the mental hospital. She had lost all hope here. This is where my daughter almost died, and the almost part is what I am so grateful for. I see that spot and know that it may be what saved her from death. I see the spot and remember how sad she had become. I see it and think about how happy she is now just months later. It is a sad memory with a good outcome (I never say ending, mental illness will do that to you). I think now to the day recently that we had lunch and she tells me how happy she is that she didn’t die. I love my daughter and am so happy she is still here with us. My advice to her following this attempt was, if it feels that bad, do whatever it is that will make you happy. What do you have to loose?