Recovering from a three week fast

During the last three weeks of July, I particated in an annual three week time of prayer, mourning, reflecting and fasting as a part of my religion.   Just like every year,  it felt like another grueling eternity. Regardless, I kept reminding myself that this was temporary but telling myself each day how many days were left.   I will also admit that I became impatient the longer the time went on.   This was especially true when there were only a few hours later during the last day.   However, the three weeks finally came to an end on Sunday evening after sundown.  

Additionally, I had felt like I had been place back into our dimension while unknowingly been in another dimension for three weeks.  It was also like I was able to go on with my life as if nothing had happened.   On the other hand, a part of me still things that the three weeks are still going on and I have more days to countdown.  Meanwhile, I  still felt the need to keep restricting myself from doing certain things.  So, I had to remind myself "Hey, it's ok, the fast and the three weeks are over you can relax now.""