Right with you. I've repeated my story a few times on here in the past, so I'm not going to now. If you want it, PM me.
Anyway, I struggle with Hell a lot in my life. Too many people I care about are supposedly there, and some people whom are very important to me sure aren't trying very hard to avoid Hell. It kills me, and I've always felt alone. I've been taught that way since I was a toddler, and it never gets easier for me to accept.
To make matter worse, I prayed and prayed for God to show me which was His way? ET or UR. I remember asking specifically for something in the sermon to catch my attention. Sure enough, we had a guest pastor the following Sunday, and the issue of Hell came up. My ears perked up, but my heart sunk as the man explained that Hell wasn't a place for humans, yet humans go there willingly. It was the same rhetoric I'd heard my whole life, so now I'm rather sunk. I feel like I'm dying in every way possible.
I remember quite recently, the pastor mentioned that God had a sense of humor. I always wondered how he could, if he must endure the pain of watching his creation burning in Hell every second of every hour.