Amen to that, brother. It’s exactly why I retired.
I was never a coach of any sport, but I did spend about a decade in a highly stressful and thankless job. It about broke me. The last few years of my career after the decade of hell weren’t so bad. Still, I found that, kind of like what I’ve read about time in prison, that sort of experience tends to stay with you even when you’re no longer in the situation. It was a solid two years before I didn’t have a physical reaction to the phone ringing.
Then I started to see the first smattering of friends, colleagues, and acquaintances develop chronic, life limiting, or terminal conditions. My own family medical history has some weak points, and I started thinking, “Do I really want to spend my last healthy years doing this?”
Obviously, the answer was, “&*@#%^%^, no!” So the instant I qualified for all possible benefits, I retired and ran out so fast I about sucked the doors shut behind me. Even though Covid threw a monkey wrench into travel plans, I haven’t regretted the decision for one nano-second.