Believe me I know the feeling. I was just going along, seemingly okay with being male, but not really, and in the summer of my 52nd year, things finally came to a head.
But, truth be told, the male version of me had been stressed out, beaten down, careworn and battered for a long time, and the only solace he ever had was in stolen moments of faux femininity, like sunbathing in speedos or shopping for my wife.
A little bout of skin cancer from the sunbathing in speedos thing forced me to fully reevaluate my life, and that is when I fought my way to the surface and finally was able to start living as me, at least at home with my wife.
When I found that dressing female around the house lowered my blood pressure by 30 points and I was able to cut way down on the BP meds, I knew I was on to something.
Dysphoria can be hard to deal with, but continued denial can kill you. So take care of yourself. And remember, when the going gets tough, the tough go shopping.