I don’t think I’ve ever seen a film that digests a difficult period in my life with a pointed specificity, emotional weight, and with granularity more than “Izzy’s Demons.”

Absolutely insane. I let out audible gasps as each minute passed, and shook my head in disbelief that someone was reading my personal history book in an animated short.

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This is the film I think I’ve been waiting to see.

This film answers the question, “when did you see yourself fully reflected on screen?”

I bursted into tears at the scene with purple monster of Izzy’s subconscious dragging her into a depression-filled abyss. Outside of episode seven, season one of “Euphoria” called “The Trials and Tribulations of Trying to Pee While Depressed,” which chronicled the main character Rue’s depression, I had not seen a contemporary depiction of the depressive state I cycled through.

Izzy mentions “…sometimes you don’t want real life to happen...” Bruh…I just—

Using a sleepless night and checking socials as a means to dive into this narrative, again, is the fine-toothed comb of specificity I yearn for in media.

Man, even down to the animation! The skin tones. The hair. The cadence of the voiceover actress’s voice. The athleisure. Dawg, when she hit the Sukhasana pose after she released the monster from her body and took a deep breath. 🧘🏾‍♀️☮️

I’ve never felt more represented.

I am in awe.