Lately I have been:
My questioning if I was cut out for the vocation God had given me was reaching a peak and I decided that it was time to go to confession. I had been trying to go for 3 months (pathetic, I know) but I always forgot. But things were bad and I knew that there was a lot I needed to be forgiven and I was in major need of some major graces.
My goals for confession: to be forgiven of my sins and to not do the ugly cry in the confessional. Both were achieved.
I actually don't hate confession like a lot of Catholics might tell you. I love getting it all out, purging all the ugliness, making right my relationship with God and coming out of the box having heard the words "God, the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son has reconciled the world to himself and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins; through the ministry of the Church may God give you pardon and peace, and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen."
I have to tell you, since that day I have lost my temper and struggled with Lydia, but there has been a blanket of peace and joy about me. I have less frustrations and those I do have are easier to deal with. The only thing, it seems, confession cannot fix is my lack of sleep. :)
Catholics - if you haven't gone to Confession for a while go! You'll feel so much better!