Ponderings Star's Graduation Party I am Slightly Manic: Or, Why I Risked Everything for a Cat Cake By Star LaBranche Posted on April 18, 2019 6 min read 0 0 48 Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share on Google+ Share on Reddit Share on Pinterest Share on Linkedin Share on Tumblr My graduation creeps ever closer and as I continue to finish classes and turn in assignments, I’m also planning a small graduation party. Oh, and I couldn’t afford to pay $3000 for my medications last month and I’ve been off two of them ever since. You might think to yourself, what does mania have to do with party planning? The answer is: what doesn’t it have to do with party planning? There’s this thing called Mission Mode that is explained beautifully in this article. Even though I’m well past my juvenile years, I still suffer from it terribly. Everything started when I decided I should get a cake for my party. Hardly a ridiculous thing to do. I came across an image of a cat cake that I simple adored and decided this was it, this was destined to be my cake and all I had to do was work hard enough and it would be mine. There's this thing called Mission Mode that is explained beautifully in this article. Even though I'm well past my juvenile years, I still suffer from it terribly. Click To Tweet I emailed a bakery, sending the photo, telling them exactly what I wanted, and waited for them to respond. They didn’t respond within an hour, so I emailed another bakery. Then another. I decided to go see a fourth bakery in person but when I got to the shopping center I couldn’t locate the storefront. One bakery responded the next day, saying they were too busy to bake a cake for me that weekend, and offered cake pops. But it was too late. The world was trying to keep me from my perfect cat cake and if the world thought it could stop me, it had another thing coming. Click To Tweet The world was trying to keep me from my perfect cat cake and if the world thought it could stop me, it had another thing coming. I called a fifth baker and spoke to someone over the phone with a soft voice and no interest in helping me. She told me to email the bakery. I did so and still haven’t heard back. Finally, I called Sugar Plum Bakery. I had used them before for my dad’s retirement cake and my mom’s most recent birthday cake. After going back and forth over some details, they agreed to make the cake. The cost was almost twice what I had been expecting to pay, but I hardly cared. My cat cake was within my reach and nothing else mattered. I spent the rest of the day mulling it over in my head as I knew this was something I was likely to regret very quickly and as I thought more about it, I realized what happened, and that I now had an entirely too expensive cat cake on my credit card. Also, still no new medication to replace the dosages I haven’t had in several weeks. This story really isn’t about a cat cake at all. I never really wanted to write about mental health issues on my planning site, because, as I naively thought, where would that intersection be? But it seems there is no aspect of my life, no cat cake left undisturbed, that can’t be touched by a tendrel of my bipolar disorder. I fed my obsession and obsession provides no nourishment. Click To Tweet In the end I got the cat cake. My mission was complete. But like most missions such as this one, it feels like a hollow victory. I fed my obsession and obsession provides no nourishment.