Hi Polish Princess,
I’m new here but I know sometimes you don’t want advice, as much as you want someone to say you aren’t alone.

I’m* terrified *of confession! I avoided it until I realized a year had passed. I did all the breathing exercises and everything as I waited in line… but I still felt woozy and sick. I asked my husband to check my pulse, but he said “I can’t, you’re shaking too badly for me to feel it.” I meditated on God’s Divine Mercy and all that He suffered for my sake, and that was nice - but it didn’t stop the trembling or dizziness at all. As always, I had everything written out already, and I’d practiced, and even had tissues ready, lol. Because once I start talking, no matter what, I can’t keep my body, or even my voice itself from shaking… I become overwhelmed by all my unreasonable terror… and I just sob. Every time. There’s not even anything really bad that I’m confessing either!
Another thing - everyone says you’ll feel wonderful when you come out. Don’t feel bad if that isn’t true for you - I don’t. I feel nauseous from the adrenaline dump, and just generally sickened. My husband recommends a coke for the shock (sugar and caffeine). I just saw someone like myself in you, and… I just wanted to say that you aren’t alone in this mysterious suffering.
Someone in this forum said, "You may want to think, “Why am I experiencing fear when I think about going to confession. What is it I am fearful of when going to confession.” After a lot of thinking I realized for me it was my parent’s perfectionism and how I was brought up. It was perfect, or nothing! And I realized I’m not terrified of the priest, I’m terrified of God (unreasonably, I know, but God is a father figure) sorting me out like the goats in this Bible verse:
“When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit upon his glorious throne, and all the nations will be assembled before him. And he will separate them one from another, as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats.
He will place the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.” - Matthew 25:31-33
Yet realizing the source of it hasn’t changed the loss of control over my body at all, in that moment of the sacrament. You feel brave until you get there… then your body betrays you. If anything I’d offer it up. It’s a suffering of the mind, so maybe you could unite it to our Lord’s suffering in the garden? These feelings or actions aren’t something you’re willing to happen, so it definitely can’t be a sin! If anything I’m sure our Lord is very proud of you for coming to Him, because He knows it costs you so much. May God bless you and keep you always!
