I was brought up Catholic, went to the schools and finished all the sacraments save the last rites (saving those *shakes head*), but after my first divorce I found that I had lost my Grace somewhere along the way. Not just my faith in the Church that man had built, but my actual Grace in God. I think that, for me, that was what Hell truly was. Not burning levels of fire, or frozen lakes, but not being able to 'feel' the presence of my God anymore. A lot I knew had to do with my time as a Medic on a border town of Texas and Mexico, which is never a pretty thing, and 9/11 where to many good friends were lost, and then the continuing cycle of abuse by the poor choice I made for a second husband, but somewhere in there I found somewhere else to find Grace again and it wasn't in the Christian God.
For me, it came in the form of nature's cycle, of the Wheel of the Year, and the remembrance and reverence mankind had before Christianity was born. The Lord and Lady, by which ever name you call them, restored some semblance of peace and balance, and since then, they have been who i have turned to when I feel that loneliness press in and the overwhelming sadness and anger try to take control.
Because weather it is God or a God and Goddess who sends a butterfly past you to make you smile, or a child to make you laugh when all seems lost, does it truly matter?
Just thoughts...