Fragile petals wilting in solitude's hush, a whispered plea for human touch. Let empathy be the fertile soil that cradles the heart, lest it wither like autumn's leaves.

The exact opposite. I see it clearly, and I'm telling him the only thing that works, reconnecting with HIMSELF. He doesn't need to post endlessly to farm for attention and keep the bad feelings at bay, he needs to turn off the internet, light a candle and go sit with himself for anywhere from half an hour to an hour or two without distractions, over and over again over a period of months and years. If I didn't care I would've unfollowed him already and be done with it (another fatal point against your ill-conceived thesis). Now, my tone has been deliberately stern for sure, but again you superficially misinterpret why that is so, and it's not hard to understand why, but I'll let you think that one over. Real care is not validating someone's coping mechanisms. now he listens or he doesn't, that's beyond my control. Or he can keep doing more of the same and expecting a different outcome. We have a name for that. Insanity.