Feeling Distant from Allah’s Mercy

I’m not sure how to say this without it coming off wrong, but lately I’ve been feeling like Allah doesn’t care about me, or at least that He hasn’t answered me in ages. For years, it seems like none of my du’as get accepted. Every time I lift my hands, I wonder, “Is this even being heard?” I’ve put in so much effort. Each Ramadan, I’d try my best: fasting, charity, finishing the whole Qur’an, making du’a whenever possible, helping out, leaving bad habits, and visiting Makkah multiple times. But this Ramadan, something shifted. The drive wasn’t there. I didn’t make as many du’as, didn’t complete the Qur’an, and just didn’t push myself because that spark was gone. I think a lot of it ties back to my family’s struggles. My father has been without a job for years, and my mother is the only one working. She ignores her own health just to keep us afloat. Alhamdulillah, we’re managing, but it’s tough. My little brothers aren’t having the childhood they deserve-they’ve never even seen a dentist because we lack health coverage. This feeling started about 7 or 8 years ago. My father got a job offer from a big company. He passed all the interviews and was told to start. I was ecstatic. His old job barely paid enough, so this felt like a miracle. I remember praying two rak’ahs right away out of gratitude, thanking Allah. Then it all crumbled. My father fell ill before he could begin, and the company withdrew the offer. He lost the chance completely. I thought, “Why would Allah allow this?” I had been so thankful, prayed, made sujood. So why? After that, he went back to his old job until he was eventually let go. And that wasn’t the only time. There have been so many nights I’ve sobbed to Allah, barely able to breathe as I poured my heart out. I turned only to Him, knowing He is the Creator, able to help in ways no one else can. Even when people could assist, I didn’t want to depend on them. I wanted help from Allah. But the du’as I cried for never seemed to be answered. Years have gone by, and things only feel worse. It’s painful seeing younger people achieve things, move forward, while I stay stuck. Sometimes I look at myself and realize I’m almost the same as I was five years ago. I don’t know what to do now. I’ve lost hope. Sometimes I still want to cry, but when I do, I don’t even feel like Allah is listening.