There were five whole years when I didn’t go to confession. It started when I was in my first year of college. There was a sin I was too embarrassed to admit out loud. When I started to feel guilty about it, I convinced myself that it wasn’t really bad and maybe wasn’t even a sin (oh, the lies we tell ourselves…). Eventually, I fell out of the habit of going. On the outside, I was a great Catholic. I was leading the music for my campus ministry, and I was one of the Friday rosary group coordinators. As I moved into graduate school, I started volunteering on a youth ministry core team. I was active in my faith: I…