I’ll never forget what the priest told me after my first confession at age 38:
“You’ve been snatched from the gates of Hell.”
This was March 25th, the Feast of the Annunciation. My 38 years worth of sins filled several pages. When I got home, I burned the paper.
You can’t imagine what a blessed relief it was (and still is) to hear the priest say, “I absolve you from your sins, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”