Here’s hoping you begin to have some more positive experiences with Confession.
Before we had 2 cars, I used to take the bus downtown to go to confession, regularly. And I started noticing a pattern. Just about always afterward, on my way back to the bus stop, some little delightful thing always happened - I’d have a delightful conversation with a stranger for a few moments, one of my very favorite priests would also be walking along and I’d get to say hello to him, things like that - he is this little guy who when he opens his mouth to preach seems like he’s 7 feet tall, he has this huge voice and he is both eloquent and direct and very orthodox- these things happened often enough to where they were more of just a coincidence.