Gender Odyssey was incredible, but... I was not prepared for the dysphoria afterwards!

My wife and I just attended the Gender Odyssey Conference in Seattle. I am so glad we did. It was a weekend I'll never forget. We both made new friends and feel like we gained a new tribe. Pretty amazing.
More significantly, this weekend was the first time I ever ventured out anywhere as Rachel. It was incredibly affirming. I got more compliments on my looks this past weekend than the last 10 years as a boy.

On Sunday, I had an hour to kill while my wife was attending a session so I carpe'd the hour by taking a walk around downtown Seattle. It was terrific. The feeling of walking around in a dress, soaking up the sunshine was indescribable. A feeling I will never forget.
I suppose I should have seen it coming, but I didn't. After I got back to work this morning (obviously in full-on boy mode), I found myself getting more and more restless and uncomfortable. I could not concentrate on my work. I was getting more and more anxious until I felt like I wanted to claw my skin off. On a whim, I looked up the dictionary definition of the word DYSPHORIA.
QuoteA mood of general dissatisfaction, restlessness, depression, and anxiety; a feeling of unpleasantness or discomfort.
That's when I realized I was being overcome by a wave of dysphoria more intense than anything I've ever experienced before. So, I did what I figured my therapist would tell me to do: I took a walk.
I work in a somewhat urban area but there is a river nearby with a nice walking/biking trail that runs along it. I walked over there to the trail with a fugue state building in my head that made me want to jump out of my skin. My head was reeling with conflicting thoughts that came at me in unrelenting, rapid succession.
Maybe I'm really trans. Maybe I really need to transition. My wife is going to divorce me. My child will come from a broken home. I will finally be me. I will lose everything but my identity. All my friends will desert me. Maybe the local LGBT community will have a place for me. Most of my family will think I'm a joke. I found a bench that sits between the path and the river and sat down to try to get a grip on myself. I wanted to break down, but I sucked it up and slowly got a grip on myself. A moment later, I heard someone approaching from behind me on the bike path. Before I could turn around, he said, "Maam, can you tell me how to get to (such and such)...?"
Everyone talks about being misgendered.
What are the odds I'd be correctly gendered when in boy mode?! I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I laughed.

At any rate, I believe I can now attest as to what gender dysphoria really feels like. I thought I knew before. I think I know now.