I walked in on my WH and OW on a Wednesday two months ago. Every Wednesday since then has been a nightmare of slo-mo flashbacks, triggers and tears. I've taken many of those days off work since I was so dysfunctional.
Two days ago, after a long, healing conversation and some actual pleasure in each other's company, my WH looked at me at the end of the day and said, "Do you realize that today was Wednesday?" I hadn't thought about it until he said it.
It's a baby step, I grant you, but still a step. Today I have hope that I might not be trapped in hell forever.