This isn't my usual kind of post, but I needed to let something out. Maybe someone else out there has felt this too. Today, I noticed someone I once looked up to... someone who inspired me... unfollowed me on Twitch. Yep, just like that. A single click and they were gone. And maybe to them, it meant nothing.
But to me? It hurt. It made me wonder...
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Was I not good enough?"
"Did I change in a way that made them stop believing in me?"
And you know what? I sat with that feeling. I won't pretend it didn’t matter. Because when someone helps shape your passion, even from a distance, it’s jarring when they vanish like you didn’t exist at all.
But after that silence... I remembered something: Their inspiration got me started, but my fire kept me going. Their absence doesn’t erase what they gave me. And it doesn’t erase the art I’ve made, the stories I’ve told, the friends I’ve found, or the community I’ve built.
I’m still here. Still Mizuki.
Artist. Gamer. Ninja Enthusiast.
So if you’ve felt this too, like you were quietly left behind by someone you admired, just know:
You’re not alone. It’s okay to feel it. Cry, scream, write it out. But don’t ever think their departure defines your worth.
You’re more than who notices you. You’re who keeps going even when they don’t. Stay strong, Illuna Ninja.
We’ve still got stories to tell.
