The place runs because of a hundred things I quietly take care of, and not one of them ever gets noticed. When everything works, it's invisible; the only time anyone sees me is when something breaks. I used to be fine being the unseen glue, but lately the not-being-seen has started to genuinely ache.
More people experience this than they realize.
You do essential unseen work, and going unnoticed has started to hurt.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.