I feel quite selfish writing this. I live with my parents, I have mental health problems and so does my mum. We've always lived in council/social housing. The house is old and has lots of things wrong with it but we've avoided having cosmetic stuff done because of MH issues. Completely unexpectedly my mum has inherited money. My parents have decided to buy a home for us. We have been searching for over a year and it feels like we're never going to find anything suitable. There is just nothing coming on the market in the right place/right price. I pray (I'm a catholic) for the right house to come up. Its so frustrating, I find it mentally draining searching the housing websites day after day. We are so fortunate to have this opportunity. What's making it worse is a year ago a house came up one month after the money came through. But we discounted because it wasn't quite right. Now a year later I wish we'd taken it. I truly thought God would send me a sign if it was the right house and I just didn't feel it. I know there are a lot more serious issues going on in the world but this house would make such a difference to our lives, my parents aren't getting any younger (both is 70s). I feel like with every day passing we're running out of time. I was hoping we'd find somewhere before winter. I've prayed to St Jude, St Joseph, St Rita. I wonder is it because I don't pray enough, is it because I don't go to church now (I regularly went before the pandemic but never got back into it because of my anxiety). Is it because I question my faith/God when I see the starvation in Gaza? I feel like having a faith and mental health issues don't go together. I pray the rosary, I pray for other people. I feel it's selfish to pray for myself for 'worldy' things.