I began to pour out my soul. Everything: the sins, the struggles, the darkness, the questioning. I felt completely empty and lost. As I saw him look into my eyes with great compassion I did something that I never do, especially not sitting in front of the entire seminary. Tears began. I couldn’t stop them. I didn’t want to. I cried as I let it all out. I sat there and wept as that priest put his arms around me and held me.