Mark, it would be interesting to see a study that compares the mental health of those who keep the traditional crafts alive vs. those who don't.
I know for me I can tell the difference between when I'm able to do my hands on hobbies and not on my attitude.
Years ago we experienced a rash of teen and young adult suicides. I recall one evening, shortly after a young gal had tried unsuccessfully, I took a boat ride to a coastal river 30 miles distant...alone .... to clear my head and whatever one does when things get crazy. Twas a beautiful afternoon, and the fishing later was fine...plenty or bright chums and silvers hitting. But that was the frosting on an idea that popped into my head on the 1 1/2 hour boat ride. An idea came to me that I could build a small workshop/garage where people could work on stuff; kind of a modern equivalent of the old Qasgiq...men's house, where hunting equipment was worked on. I've seen too many machines: hondas and snow machines essentially abandoned before their time for lack of proper work places. That or you see the most persevering, bent over a honda, engine cover removed, often in the driving wet of autumn, or pulling an undercarriage or engine from a sno-go in skin-searing cold winds. And too many young punks simply don't get their 'foot in the door' and become productive for lack of a machine that they could be bringing meat to the table and wood for the stoves of household and relatives. A place to work, a couple of BYO gallons of stove oil for the Laser/Monitor, and it could have been 'fat city' for young men anyway. I wrote a proposal and sent it to the mayor: I'd buy materials and use the project as a learning opportunity for the teenagers on my time...in exchange for a city lot (which they normally just give to people whom they approve of.) They turned me down. Small town politics I'm sure. Lots of good ideas fail for that reason.
I am still convinced that Alaska's villages would benefit more from more Qasgiq-type spaces - men's and women's versions, than from more bingo halls and basketball gyms. I have no more fingers and toes for counting the "mental health" tragedies I've seen. Mine are plumb used up.