Went to my first confession this morning at church. I had really built it up in my head as something I
that was going to be incredibly formal and I wouldn't know what to say. The line on Sundays is usually tough to get through, so up until today that's been part of my reasoning for not going up to confess. To be fair, it always feels weird to try and get up into the crowd and I feel like I'm muscling my way up to get into the confessional line.

Anyway, today I looked up and saw that the priest was standing there waiting for folks and I knew it was time.

When I got up there I immediately told him it was my first confession and I would need help and he just gently walked me through it, we said a prayer and then I just sort of talked and he gave me some advice. 

It felt really good to do, glory to God.

Tldr: Confession is a big deal, and strangely not that big of a deal.