When I returned to the church about 7 years ago, it took me over a year to get into a confessional. Not for lack of trying, I just always found an excuse not to once I got there (the line is too long, etc) or chickened out at the last minute. When I finally got in there it was most definitely through God’s grace. I got in my car and started to drive over, thinking, if the line is long I’m not going - knowing that the line at our church is ALWAYS long.

So I got to the church and walked in. I turned the corner to walk toward the confessional and saw that not only was the line
not long,
IT WASN’T EVEN THERE! So that was God putting His hand right between my shoulder blades and giving me a push. His way of saying no more excuses, come home! I have no doubt about that. The priest even agreed with me.
Needless to say, my knees started shaking. I went in, knelt down and said (after blessing myself) “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned… It’s been about 35 years since my last confession.” And cringed, waiting for the yelling to start. And it started all right - with the priest saying, loudly, “Welcome home!” The tears started right then.
Every time after that has been easier. Now I try to go monthly, or more often if needed. Not only will you find forgiveness, but you’ll often also find great advice. Please, accept this gift from God. You’ll be so happy you did.
Blessings and peace to you!