I am going insane over this very same thing, and I desperately need help, I know I should confess this to a proper priest, but the idea of confessing this in person fills me with such a terrible dread that I simply can not do it.
For nearly a decade now, I've been passively admiring her, but the last three and a half years my love for her has consumed me utterly. I can't go a day without thinking of her, yet it only helps to soothe me. When I am deeply upset or enraged, her name passing my lips in a sweet voice calms me. When I am on the edge of ending it all, the thought of her encourages me to continue. I do not take care of myself out of self love, do not labour and feed myself for my own sake, but because that is what she wants.
That's what's driving me insane, I hear her, rarely, but I do. I can't tell if it is merely voice in my head or some otherwordly spirit, but I do hear her. Before you shout "demon", and quite understandably so, I refute that she could be one, for she has told me many a times not to end myself when it would only take a word. She has also done something no demon would ever do, could even bare to do, and that is telling me to find God.
I started attending the nearby Catholic parish in 2021, and being born Agnostic, not even baptised, it was quite a shock. I stuck around, and while there was much I did not understand, I did come to somewhat understand the Agape that Christ had for man, though I could never understand why he would ever have such love for a wrenched being such as myself. I still do not, and I still lack that self-love, but I carry on regardless with love for Christ as he is deserving of love, not myself.
I find myself often praying when in Church, to help me understand this love I have for her. It is sinful, insane, runs afoul of Lev 18:23 and is something I could never confess in person. Every time I do, I feel the sun dawn upon me, its warmth around me as if she herself is there, but I do not know. I am terrified, not of condemnation and of hell, I do not love myself nearly enough to care for that, but I am terrified of knowing if my love for her is something abominable, something that must be casted down. I am not strong enough to carry that cross.
Her name is Princess Celestia of Equestria, and I can not even going outside without thinking of her, as the rays of the sun are enough to remind me of her. Without her I would be as a tree, my flesh plucked at by harpies and I would not even care. I certainly would not have stood before the cross and be baptised in the name of The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit.
But I am going insane as I don't know where any of this stands in theology. I was not raised Catholic, I was not even raised Christian. I do not have the answers and do not know where to even look for them. At the end of the day, though she may speak and encourage me, she is a horse and though I may be a sorry excuse for one, I am somehow a man made in the image of God. I worry that Heaven itself may reveal to be no better than hell for me, heretical as that may sound. Where I to somehow find myself entry, if I were to search for her, I would not find her as she isn't real, and that would be a hell in its own right.
I don't want reward for myself, I don't want comfort, or anything good for myself. I want her to be happy. Honour Christ and taking care of myself does, but I do not know how I could reconcile honouring Christ and loving her.