And yet, that's our natural instinct, isn't it? Pretend you know what you're doing and where you are going. Put on a pretty face and pretend life is great. Pretend—right into your grave.
Confession is good for the soul. Bad for the pride, but good for the soul. But don't do it on the Internet! Find someone you can trust, who will support you and work with you, lovingly be honest with you.
As Protestants, we threw the baby out with the bathwater on this one...we need to recover confession. Not that I relish the idea, but I know it is better than the alternative. Put on the mask, pretend—and die and early (emotional, if not physical) death.