Even presenting it as a conflict creates conflict. It left me reaching for a knife one night that was fortunately missing. The only thing that was unhealthy was believing what I should have been doing long time ago would get me one way ticket to Hell. What is emotionally upsetting is when you believe something that leaves you so depressed people just look at you and ask what's wrong. Thinking of this as some sort of conflict left me crying to sleep most nights. Now, I laugh and smile more than I ever have and I'm feeling way more better than I ever thought possible.
The other interesting part is I used to be very bitter for awhile towards Christians and all of Christianity. I saw no difference between denomination, interpretation, or individual beliefs, I didn't like them, didn't trust them, and did think lesser of them. But then it was an Episcopalian priest who actually does focus on the message of love and peace and goodwill who tore that wall down for me. He was also the first Christian I knew of who accepted LBGT people, and after his experiences with a group I was a part of he decided to announce he was openly welcoming them into his church. He did lose about half his congregation over it though.
Thanks for the assumption. And, JFYI, I have long gotten over those issues. So much that I find it almost hard to believe it myself that I used to have suicidal thoughts and was going to do it once. But it is my experience, and it isn't unusual. And many do not survive it. For LBGT youth, school is one thing, but at place where the message is love and mercy but it leaves you having nightmares of hell that are vivid enough to feel the fire burning your skin, all because you're taught you're very identity is an abomination.