Hi, I've written about this sort of thing before. However, for me it bears repeating. On the one hand, I think my life would be more miserable if I had not been confirmed. On the other hand, I had a feeling in the pit of my gut that trying to actually live out the faith would become a burden because of my dad. It's one of those nights where my dad's behavior (i.e. sleep) and emotional patterns are erratic and may ruin my ability to attend Mass. The sin of presumption is rearing its ugly head and saying "You can confess it next week." My misery is compounded by the fact that it would have been nice to go to Mass on the first Sunday of Lent. Trying to just fulfill the basic duties of being a Catholic does not mix with my situation, and I will always wonder if I should have bothered getting confirmed. I knew in my heart that it might not be possible to actually obey the faith the way it's supposed to be obeyed.