I feel as though it is an unending battle. I didn’t have a difficult time believing in a power greater than myself. I was not always a fully functional Catholic, but I was always a spiritual person. I never had a problem knowing that there is a higher power or, for me, God. I did however, believe that He had forgotten me. I really identified with one of the songs in the musical Chicago. I’m not sure, but the name of it might be Cellophane. It’s about a person who feels like they are cellophane or invisible. The person sings about no one caring about him or even knowing his name. That is exactly the way I felt as I hit bottom and finally grasped, for all I was worth, onto these 12 steps. I guess I still feel like cellophane after all these years of working the 12 steps, but for a different reason. I now feel that my humanity is in the world as an extension of my Spirit. In essence, I want to do good in the world, according to my Spirit, but I need not be recognized for it.