Dating TMI: Let It Rip Or Keep It Zipped?

“We had magic, it was immediate bliss. Being with him was a perfect world. We would connect on such a deep level, and he made me feel beautiful. It felt loving and honest. We could talk for hours about anything.

But after he’d go home, things would change. He’d call the next day, and be moody and distant. How could he not have felt what I felt?”

This is from a conversation I had recently with a friend about a guy she was dating, someone she thought was the man of her dreams. They fell hard for each other, and he professed true love, but she couldn’t understand his mixed signals.

After a few weeks of this emotional rollercoaster, she confronted him, and he finally admitted the problem: he had severe depression issues.

 “You want consistency, and I don’t think I can give you that. I’m so unstable. My shrink told me I need to go back on my meds because of my history with mental illness. He thinks I might be bipolar.”

He ended his text by saying: “I shouldn’t be in a relationship, I need to fix myself. Sorry.”

As I was listening to her story, I felt a mix of emotions: sympathy, pity, and anger all at the same time. I felt so bad for the guy, and yet I couldn’t get over how he misrepresented himself. How could he have lead her on like that, selling her a bill of goods, when he knew the whole time he wasn’t capable of being a boyfriend?

At first, I thought it was an incredibly uncool and unfair thing to do, but then I stopped for a second and asked myself: Is there ever a good time to tell someone you’re bipolar?

This lead to a bigger question for me about dating and honesty: how much and when should you disclose your personal issues? On the first date? In the third week? After a year?

Is it TMI, or just truth in dating?

A similar story I read about a single mom and writer named Steph Montgomery, posed the same questions. In her, article “Why I Bring All My Baggage On The First Dates,”she describes entering the dating world after divorce, unsure of how much personal information to disclose:

 “I’d been out of the game a while, sure, but I was pretty sure that divorce, trauma, mental illness, and existential crises still weren’t really first-date material.

On the other hand, hold on to a piece of information long enough and it starts to look uncomfortably like a secret, and I wasn’t ashamed of the tougher parts of my past. I was just in uncharted territory. How soon do you share? How much is too much? I had no idea.”

Drop the bomb sooner or later?

So here’s where I stand on dating disclosure. If you can’t be fully honest with your issues/problems/circumstances, or if you can’t be fully present or available because of them, then you shouldn’t be dating.

Another thing. Don’t wait until someone starts developing feelings for you, or after you start having sex, and get in their heart and head to disclose information. By then, you’re in too deep, and it’ll feel like a sucker punch.

I’m not saying unload all your baggage upon meeting; I’m not saying dump all your dark secrets at hello, but telling someone you’ve got a crazy stalker ex-husband, or you’re an ex-con, or you’re in a deep financial straits, or even just over-sharing the benign, but boring minutia of your life, is TMI on the first date.

So, should you let it rip, or keep it zipped?

Only you can make that call.

Pacing is everything. When the moment feels right, when trust is established, speak your truth. Then own your truth, without shame, guilt, or fear. Yes, it can be a risk; yes, it might not be received well; but that’s not your problem. Your only job is to be as forthcoming and transparent as you can, with as much courage and dignity, as you can muster.

And who knows? By laying it all on the table, you just might find someone ready to return the favor of sharing their truth with you too.

A few weeks after my friend’s relationship ended, she told me she saw the guy back on Tinder. She didn’t message him, but if she did, this is what she would’ve said:

“Had you just given me a heads up, or forewarning, I’d be understanding. Had you said something like, ‘I suffer from severe depression and it’s not you. I adore you, but I can’t handle my shit,’ I’d get it. You gotta warn people so they don’t take it personally. It’s not cool to play with people’s heads.”

Surviving Breakup Hell

You can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t think, can’t function. Your head is reeling, your guts are wrenched, your soul is crushed, your ego blown, your dreams shattered, and your heart is broken into a million pieces. In other words, you want to die.

Welcome to Breakup Hell, the absolute worst place on earth.

In my 50 years of single life, I visited Breakup Hell a thousand times, and every time I was there, I thought it would be forever, and my healing was years away. I feared I’d never get out; that I’d never see sunshine or feel happy again. The pain was so heavy, and the anxiety so gripping, I couldn’t move, but I couldn’t be still either.

There’s a reason why break-ups hurt like hell: because the brain hates rejection.

The science backs this up. In the study “Reward, Addiction, and Emotion Regulation Systems Associated with Rejection,” conducted by Dr. Helen Fisher, Chief Scientific Officer at Chemistry.com, researchers found that areas of the brain associated with nicotine, cocaine addiction, and physical pain—as well as romantic love—were all activated after a breakup.

Which means that “When you’re going through a breakup, you’re feeling romantic love, you’re feeling physical pain, and you’re in a state of constant craving,” according to Dr. Fisher.

This is why breaking up is hard to do–you love and hate your ex at the same time. It’s a total mind fuck.

Rejection sucks, loss is painful, abandonment is traumatic, and unfortunately it all comes with the territory. You will also feel like a big, fat failure, and take every little bit of your breakup personally, because that’s what you do when you’re in Breakup Hell.

I told you it was the absolute worst place on earth!

Heads up—you’re in for some intense anger, deep depression, and brutal loneliness in Breakup Hell. It will feel like a mini-death, with grieving and mourning. Sorry, but that’s the drill. You can’t escape it, you just have to process it—sometimes with large amounts of wine and pot, like I did.

In addition to Sativa and Sauvingnon Blanc, I would also consume large amounts of self-help books, psychotherapy, bad cable movies, massage therapy, journaling, and hanging with supportive friends. This was necessary emotional pampering.

Then, I got ruthless with my own tough love. Here are a few tips I highly suggest:

  • Remove ex from contacts, deleted all emails, and unfollowed on social media.
  • Destroy all physical reminders of ex (photos, gifts, etc.)
  • Stay away from mutual friends so as not to be tempted to ask questions.
  • Choose new places to eat and visit, so you won’t run into ex.
  • Get incredibly busy, make plans from morning to night, exhaust yourself with fun.

Follow this advice, and something will happen. You may not see it in the moment, you may not believe it, but if you stick to your guns, your pain and suffering might just turn into growth and healing.

It takes strength not to text your ex in moments of weakness; it takes discipline not to replay or romanticize memories; it takes power to take the high road; it takes effort to find happiness elsewhere; it takes courage to go it alone; it takes forgiveness to heal; and it takes self-worth to love yourself more than your ex. If you can do this, you can do anything.

Here’s how another writer Taylor Garland dealt with her breakup hell:

“My grief was the impetus for powerful introspection and self-discovery. In the past, I turned towards alcohol and wild nights out to avoid the pain, but I knew this time must be different. I took the opportunity to let the heartache wash over me. I found myself pondering, nearly always, what it meant to be a good person, to offer value to others. I examined, in great detail, my shortcomings. I learned to meditate. I opted out of boozy nights with pals. I connected with my friends and family on profound levels, enabling me to offer deep empathy and connection that had been missing for years. I found forgiveness for people I’d been holding grudges towards. I found release.”

After a thousand trips to Breakup Hell, I’m here to tell you, you will not die. You will survive. You’ll get out, see sunshine, and love again. Slowly but surely, you will catch yourself smiling, hear yourself laughing, and realize you haven’t thought of your ex all day. That’s when you know you’re healing—when the gripping anxiety releases and the heavy sadness lifts.

You will be fine, you’ll be more than fine. Because what comes out of a breakup, is a more beautiful, soulful, empowered, and extraordinary version of yourself—and that’s who you deserve.