I had this problem, but recently I have become comfortable with the idea of a long catechumenate. This came one day after I realized that, despite all the playing at it I have done through the years, I still don't know how to pray. I used to think I wasn't good at prayer, but now I've realized that I never even really knew how. This period of instruction has been a particularly intense experience for me as someone who thought he had filled his head with the wisdom of God... But I am a fool, and this fool stumbles at prayer; I am glad Father is not one who rushes to the oil, lest I stumble at the cup and partake unworthily.
Though I am very eager to make my confession, I take comfort knowing that, should I die, I will receive an Orthodox funeral (and I have made this intention clear to my loved ones). Lord willing, I will one day be an Orthodox Christian.
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.