Is it really good for the soul? Does it make us clean and pure again?
Or is it the easy way out, a way of shrugging off our misdoings and leaving us free to behave badly again, for example by visiting a confessional box each week?
Yet again, could confessing witness-style, be ultimately a degrading experience that robs one of self-esteem? Maybe it also stops us learning by our mistakes and thereby stops our maturation, leaving us in a child-like and almost helpless frame of mind?
Is it best never to confess to anything?