I still remember my first confession. Not being a Catholic, but going to a Catholic school, I thought the whole idea of going into this booth (what is it called?) and confessing would be the most wonderful thing ever. Instant salvation. When I finally drummed up enough courage to do so, I realized that I didn't have anything really to confess. I hurriedly mumbled some lies to make it seem as if I did, got my homework - 3 rosaries and 2 Holy Mary's - stumbled back out into the light and promptly forgot everything.
As I grew older, I realized that confessions were not about what you could tell a priest and get instant immunity for your soul. Instead, I have come to realize that confessions were about recognizing and being honest about those things that would make you feel absolutely vulnerable, but admitting them - whether to your self or others - would be the most fabulous feeling you ever had.
Have been doing some confessions lately. Its been good. Have gotten over the feeling of being vulnerable.