For me, dysphoria pretty much ended the minute I accepted my gender.
I had struggled a lifetime with my gender.  Since as early as I can remember, I naturally identified with women and struggled to connect to men.  Until I was 50, I defined victory as "manning up" and as "conquering my gender".
One night, after a particularly scary bout of depression, I decided that the issue was my definition of victory.  Victory, I concluded, lay not in conquering my gender, but in learning to accept and embrace it.
That night was like walking into daylight for the first time in my life.
I still struggle with a lot of things, but the focus has shifted.  I no longer struggle with self-loathing and identity.  I struggle with physical and social issues:  What do I feel I need to change physically to feel more comfortable?  What do I need to do if I want to be more accepted socially?  What am I willing to compromise for acceptance?  What do I not want to compromise?
These are all very big issues that will probably preoccupy me for a lifetime.  But I think of them less as gender dysphoria and more as a part of the human condition.
[That said, I am counting the hours until my SRS in March with Dr. McGinn.  Yippee!]