The Upside of Being Down: How Mental Health Struggles Led to My Greatest Successes in Work and Life
By Jen Gotch
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An entertaining, humorous, and inspirational memoir by the founder and chief creative officer of the multimillion-dollar lifestyle brand ban.do, who “has become a hero among women (and likely some men too) who struggle with mental health” (Forbes).
After graduating from college, Jen Gotch was living with her parents, heartbroken and lost, when she became convinced that her skin had turned green. Hallucinating that she looked like Shrek was terrifying, but it led to her first diagnosis and the start of a journey towards self-awareness, acceptance, success, and ultimately, joy.
With humor and candor, Gotch shares the empowering story of her unlikely path to becoming the creator and CCO of a multimillion-dollar brand. From her childhood in Florida where her early struggles with bipolar disorder, generalized anxiety, and ADD were misdiagnosed, to her winding career path as a waitress, photographer, food stylist, and finally, accidental entrepreneur, she illuminates how embracing her flaws and understanding the influence of mental illness on her creativity actually led to her greatest successes in business and life.
Hilarious, hyper-relatable, and filled with fascinating insights and hard-won wisdom on everything from why it’s okay to cry at work to the myth of busyness and perfection to the emotional rating system she uses every day, Gotch’s inspirational memoir dares readers to live each day with hope, optimism, kindness, and humor.
Jen Gotch
Jen Gotch is the founder and chief creative officer of ban.do and an advocate for mental health and emotional well-being. In 2008, she founded ban.do with a friend, and with no prior business experience, was able to work with a small group of passionate people and transform it from a small hair accessories company into a beloved lifestyle brand that’s all about encouraging joy and personal growth. She lives in Los Angeles, California.
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Boring book.
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The Upside of Being Down - Jen Gotch
Introduction
Here’s the thing about writing a memoir: the person you are when you start and the person you are when you finish are practically strangers. It’s like those before and after pictures on makeover shows, except all the transformation happens on the inside. Well, my hair got longer too, but you know what I mean.
Writing this book has changed me. There has been so much learning involved, especially about myself, and it has required a depth of introspection and emotional excavation that I sure as hell didn’t anticipate when I signed on for the job. In writing chapters about my childhood and my family and my marriage and my ego, I was forced to ask myself some tough questions—Why did I feel that way? What was I really yearning for in that moment/relationship/job? What went wrong? How much of the blame did I need to own? The answers weren’t always pretty, and accepting responsibility in failed relationships can be hard, although important. At points throughout the last year, the difficulty of this endeavor pushed me to some low places, full of frustration and self-doubt, and left me feeling defeated. But now that I’ve landed on the other side, I feel stronger than I have in years. I’m more self-aware, hopeful, and content… and frankly a hell of a lot less anxious than I ever could have envisioned. It’s been a fitting journey for a book called The Upside of Being Down, a manifestation of the fact that our struggles can lead to our greatest successes, and I am so excited to share what I’ve learned with you in the process of this book and of my life.
I have wanted to write a book since I was a tiny sun-kissed six-year-old in Boca Raton, Florida, propped up on phone books so I could reach the typewriter (yes, a typewriter, it was the seventies, that’s what we typed on). Little Jen, with her blond pigtails and tan skin and incredibly hairy arms, almost always wearing a sundress—blue with swiss dots, maybe, or white with lace trim—banging away at the keyboard in her father’s office, drafting the story of a princess who lived among polka-dot mushrooms in a faraway land filled with glitter, unicorns, and rainbows. It was destined to be a bestseller. The final product of all this typing was less intelligible and more like a series of random letters jammed up against each other, but the story I was trying to convey was definitely the one I just mentioned. But I didn’t know how to type—or spell—yet. I put the book on hold for a while (and by a while I mean forty years), but somewhere in the midst of growing up and moving away and changing careers and changing again and going to therapy and managing my mental health and starting a company and then selling a company, I found my voice. It was my voice and vision that helped launch and grow ban.do, the bright, optimistic multimillion-dollar lifestyle company where I am now chief creative officer. It was my voice on my podcast, Jen Gotch is OK… Sometimes, which is where I first really dug into my struggles with mental health (though my Instagram followers know I’ve been sharing that part of me for years) and let listeners in on my spirited yet very one-sided conversations with my dog, Phil, and my cat, Gertie. And it’s my voice that will drive this story—now with fewer unicorns and rainbows but much improved spelling—as I take you through my own winding journey in an effort to help you navigate yours.
In the course of my life, I have been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, generalized anxiety, and ADD. I feel like there’s also some lactose intolerance in there, but who’s to say? My success has come in tandem with these diagnoses—sometimes despite them, other times because of them. You’re probably used to seeing creative types depicted as successful or suffering, one or the other. My story is both.
I’ve considered my mental health struggles a gift ever since someone first put a name to them in my early twenties. Before that they were truly a pain in the ass, but once I understood and had a vocabulary for what I was dealing with, I found strength and empathy and patience. Calling on these traits isn’t always easy, and I am not in limitless supply (because, who is?) but I have enough on reserve and know how to access them when I need to, thanks to a lot of hard work and self-reflection. Developing an appreciation for the importance of being mentally healthy has helped me run a company that encourages emotions in the workplace (wild concept, right?) and that operates as a group of humans rather than a corporate conglomerate. Ban.do’s tagline is We exist to help you be your best
and that’s the mission that drives the company. Learning about mental health has taught me that living your life with hope, optimism, lightheartedness, and humor (lots and lots of humor) is a tremendous gift you can give yourself. I know now that you can suffer from mental illness and still maintain good mental health, and that the reverse is also true. You can have zero diagnosed mental illnesses, but if you ignore your emotional well-being, you will never be mentally strong and you’ll also miss out on a lot of the joy that comes with being human.
Fifteen(ish) years ago, I was sitting on the couch during a therapy appointment, and my long-standing psychologist predicted I would become a mental health advocate.
How would I do that?
I asked. No one knows who I am—how would they even find me?
This was well before Instagram, and probably even before Myspace.
I could see you speaking at conferences, sharing your struggles and successes,
she said.
The thought of speaking in front of more than three people instantly made me want to turn to dust, yet her prediction wedged itself into the back of my mind. It sounded scary and embarrassing, but then over a decade later, I started expressing myself. First, at small conferences, just like she said, and then eventually on larger platforms. I was talking about mental illness on my Instagram Stories and my podcast and creating jewelry at ban.do to raise awareness about mental health. And while plenty of times over the years I was so turned off by my own voice that I wanted to murder it via multiple maiming stabs of the tongue, or maybe removal of the throat organs altogether (that’s possible, right?), the response was overwhelming. As it turns out, I am not the only person who deals with these issues on a daily basis. That was strangely surprising for me, but if you struggle with any of this you know how isolating and singular your experience can feel.
Since this book will address issues of mental health head-on, we should probably get something out of the way: I am not a doctor. I am the founder and creative lead at a lifestyle company that sells disco balls you can drink out of and bath mats with boobs on them. Oh, and when I refer to my research,
please know that in most cases I’m talking about a quick Google search and anywhere from five to seventeen minutes of reading articles on Psychology Today. What I’m saying is, as much as I wish I could, I’m not here to diagnose you or suggest a treatment plan. I’m instead going to share my experiences as a layperson—without getting too clinical—and hope that in doing so, I can help you tune into your own experiences and feel less alone. I hope this goes without saying, but just in case: If you suspect you are suffering from a mental health issue, please seek out the help of an actual professional.
I was in a sorority in college. That often comes as a surprise to people, so imagine how they react when I tell them I was actually the president. Regardless, during rush week, we put on a talent show. There was singing and dancing, sure, and there might have even been a magic show, but for reasons I will never understand, we also showed off our talent for reading philosophy. I have no idea how that qualifies as a talent, but it’s not really the point of the story so let’s just go with it. In this portion of the show, one of my sorority sisters stood on the stage wearing a pair of giant glasses that seemed to turn her regular eyes into the cartoon googly version. She held a giant leather-bound gold-embossed book and pretended to read from it. In total monotone, she declared: ‘The unexamined life is not worth living.’
Then she definitively slammed the book shut. Just to dial up the drama, we put baby powder inside the book so that when it closed a cloud of dust
came out, a reminder that this was an old, wise book.
I’ve been thinking about that sorority performance a lot since I started writing this book, since here I am living the examined life. It really does feel worthwhile. I never thought that, in my forties, I’d be garnering wisdom from a rush week talent show, but I don’t turn my nose up at a good life lesson, no matter how unlikely the source—proof that I too am old and wise. And if you squeeze me really hard, I swear dust appears.
My goal with this book is to share my story—of growing up and finding myself and success and failure and self-doubt and family and dancing and eating and aging—because it probably isn’t that different from yours. We all eventually live some version of that narrative. So this is not a cautionary tale; there is nothing to pity. Life happens—and you look at it and you learn from it or you don’t, and you enjoy it or you don’t. At forty-seven, I am enjoying it more than ever, and I hope you will too. And if reading this book helps you skip a couple of these chapters in your own life (specifically the darker ones), and you walk away with increased self-awareness and strong emotional intelligence, then I’ll call that a major win.
My dad, on the other hand, will only consider this book a major win if it gets him more Instagram followers.
Chapter 1
It’s Not Easy Being Green
I remember having the distinct feeling, for at least two days, that my skin had changed color. It went from my healthy, normal flesh tone to green. Not bright green, but green-tinged. More lip stain than lipstick. Regardless, it was green enough that I was really confused when no one in my family seemed to be concerned about my health, because I WAS GREEN, and going from a normal human color to green should probably at least provoke an are you okay?
from the people who claim to love you. But nothing? Were they ignoring me… again?
You’re probably wondering why I was starting to veer into Shrek territory—or at least why I thought I was. Let me give you a little backstory.
I graduated from Florida State in December 1993, a year and a half before the skin incident, and made the bold decision to move to Atlanta to start my life as a full-fledged grown-up. (At the time, when you graduated from FSU and wanted to head to the big city, that big city was usually Atlanta.) I wanted to be excited—this was the beginning of the rest of my life—but in reality I was scared. I was not emotionally, mentally, or professionally prepared for the real world, and deep down I knew that.
I was smart, but I had a limited professional skill set and a degree in literature and philosophy—a degree the job market was not begging for. My first plan was to get by on temp work, an incredibly specific and effective form of torture. No, seriously, if you’ve never done it, just for fun, try walking into an office full of strangers who are well trained in their jobs and know each other’s names and how to work the copy machine, and then quietly, without making any sudden movements, sit yourself down at the front desk—the FUCKING LIFELINE of the office—and start answering the phones. It’s a hoot, a real hoot. I did not last long as a temp, and instead of responsibly looking for another job, I sat alone in my room for what felt like days at a time (my friend Forrest, who lived with me in Atlanta, says it was more like hours at a time, but it sure felt like days), interrupted only by weekends when I would travel back to FSU to get drunk and make out. The bulk of my time in Atlanta was spent speed-eating cereal because we all know what a total letdown soggy cereal is. In retrospect, the most productive thing I did during those months was learn all the lyrics to Shoop
by Salt-N-Pepa. (I can still sing it to this day. People find it really cool; no, I made that up, most people are annoyed by it, but one person found it cool.)
Adding to this quarter-life crisis was the fact that a few weeks before graduation, I made what would be a pivotal decision to go on the birth control pill. Today that might seem like a really small thing, but in the early nineties the pill was way more intense than it is today. It could really fuck with your hormones, or even cause a chemical imbalance in your brain that would negatively affect your mental health. (I should add that this decision made no sense, as I’d just broken up with my college boyfriend and had literally zero intention of having sex with anyone. Kissing, yes; sex, no. But being on the pill was cool and grown-up, and there was a chance it might even give me bigger boobs, so I went for it.)
So yeah, after halfheartedly trying to be a functioning grown-up, the uncertainty and fear coupled with the side effects of the pill incited a slow but dramatic spiral that started as emotional eating and weight gain—hello, crispy cereal!—but eventually revealed the bigger issues: self-loathing, generalized anxiety, and the intensification of my undiagnosed clinical depression. Of course, I didn’t know all this at the time, hence the undiagnosed part. What I knew then was that I felt lost, overwhelmed, and completely paralyzed by the mere concept of growing up. I knew in my gut that I needed help, and that I was not going to get that help in Atlanta. Certainly not when I could remain in denial, eating cereal, learning hip-hop lyrics, and bar hopping with friends.
So, under the pretense of wanting to save money, I accepted defeat and moved home.
I can’t say for sure if it was the hormone altering of the pill, or the relative safety of being in my childhood home, or the last twenty-three years of trying to manage a psychological imbalance coming to a head, but soon after moving home, my brain just couldn’t take it anymore.
And the first big sign—or at least the first noticeable one—was that I believed, with all my heart, that my skin had turned green.
Today, twenty-five-ish years later, it’s tempting to take some major creative liberties with the next part of this story, because there are some gaps in my memory, but the truth is fucked-up enough without having to make stuff up, so I’m just going to tell you what I remember. My memory is sometimes unreliable, but my heart is always in the right place.
My parents weren’t ignorant jerks—they had working eyes—and despite our differences I knew they loved me dearly, so their disinterest in my new green hue was incredibly frustrating. One afternoon I pulled my mom into the bathroom, I guess assuming that the lighting in there was better. (We always go into the bathroom for better light, but is it actually any better? And if it is, why don’t we just use that lighting scheme throughout the house? I digress. It’s what I do—weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.) I shoved my arm in her face.
Look at it. Look at it. It’s green. It’s definitely green!
Ummmmm, no,
she said. My mom is brutally honest like that. There was no, Hmm, okay, sure, maybe it’s a little green.
Or Yeah, I can see something, maybe we should have that looked at.
Nope. She shut that shit down.
I’m looking at it, Jen, and it looks normal,
she said.
I started screaming and crying, vibrating with fear and frustration. Then why does it look green to me?
Were my eyes lying to me? I was sure I was green, but I couldn’t prove it. And man did I try. Mostly by raising my voice louder and louder, screaming at my mother to look a little closer, to acknowledge what I knew to be true. Our house was echoey, with superhigh ceilings and, since it was South Florida, wall-to-wall tile. With those acoustics, emotions could not be contained in any one room. My fears were reverberating throughout the whole house.
Everyone knows that ear-piercing screams have a huge leg up on even the most factual or reason-based arguments, but in this case the shrieking didn’t work. My mother didn’t budge, and we were both exhausted, so we gave up. Fighting was our cardio, and neither of us really liked exercise.
I went up to my room for what we now call self-care but back then was just known as a manicure, and then into my bathroom, where I grabbed a handful of cotton balls, some nail polish remover, a nail file, and a new bottle of Chanel Vamp (most of my money went to high-end nail polish back then). I sat down on the pale peach carpet and started removing the existing polish from my nails. Halfway through, I realized I should light the piña colada–scented candle I had just gotten from Pier 1. Candles, I was certain, were integral to self-care.
As it turns out, mixing manicures and an open flame is not the best idea. Just as the match touched the wick, EVERY SINGLE