From “Lincoln 365,” by Arnold Kunst
Lincoln was troubled by a proneness to depression, a fascination with madness. He was afraid that it could happen to him. He did not drink because whiskey left him, as he himself said, feeling ‘flabby and undone.’ Arguably one of his personal 3 AM demons [we all have 3 AM demons, don't we?] would threaten the destruction of his own reason, leaving him spinning in a mindless vortex without the power either to comprehend or gainsay.
'Fear knocked, Faith answered, and nobody was there.'