I don't know why I'm writing this but I just need to vent. I'm a 17 yo girl who was about to die internally a couple of months ago. So it goes as follows: I was born into a very religious family (I am an Ortodox Christian) and happen to be gay. I didn't really care about it until 6 months ago or something when I started to fear hell. With the pandemic I had to stay home and I haven't attended school since mid March. I had a lot of time to think about it and my fear quickly turned into my greatest nightmare. Whatever I did I couldn't stop reading about the sin of homosexuality in Christianity. Almost everyone condemned me to eternal fire. This religion tends to feel like a continuous struggle with fasting, prayer, sin and repentance. I read so much that at some point no hour would pass that I didn't think about the eternal punishment. Horrendous images of the hell would go through my mind and I started to ideate death. No rest, no peace for me almost all day and even night. I would cry my heart out almost every day and experience severe hatred despair wrath depression and terror and I would sob so much that my chest would literally hurt from pressure. Please believe me that I am not embellishing anything in my story. Of course I wanted to die in the near future. I would go to sleep crying and I would wake up tired and anguished. Someday I decided to see the priest at my church to repent. He told me that all practicing homosexuals are going to hell and that I HAVE TO marry a man and have children which I cannot explain how much damaged my psyche. I was literally trembling from anger. Finally, with someone's bit of help I managed to understand that I'm not going to hell only for that and good people are not going there, which was one of the biggest reliefs of my life. I have never been so badly psychologically affected. Now even hearing the word "church" makes my palms sweat and I can't stand Christianity anymore. I can't stand the church the priests anything! Hearing about the church makes my heart race and fear surrounds me, seeing a church or a priest only reminds me of those times and I almost get a panic attack. I am not fully recovered because sometimes I start to cry uncontrollably when thinking about whatt I went through a couple of months ago (around May).
I know that maybe this story is pointless but I would like to receive a piece of advice. Do you think I should see a counselor?
*Sorry about my English grammar, I'm not a native*
Thanks in advance.